The end of the World ( As I know it)

Tomorrow is my 30th birthday. It's also the end of the world ( depending on who you ask or what you believe).  I find this ironic. Not because I believe it, but because I've heard so many people talk about how horrible turning 30 is. My thought is this, I will go to bed 29 and wake up 30. I won't feel any older, I won't sink into a deep, dark depression. I will get up and do the same thing I always do. I will tend to the needs of my children, run  my household and look forward to the surprise we have planned for the kids (I got to pick since it's my birthday). I think I'm more excited about that than my actual birthday ('ll post some pictures of it later). I've discovered in recent years that, I just don't feel like doing anything or making a big deal out of my arrival into the world. I don't feel like it's any different than any other day.  Again, it's not because I dread getting older, I actually feel indifferent. I feel like my children have aged while time for me is standing still. I guess I've been so busy watching them grow that I haven't even realized I've gotten older too. It's been a good distraction that way.