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Department of Motor Vehicles

16 May

I got a notice that, for the first time since I got my driver’s license at 17, I need to renew in person, not via snail mail.

At first, there was disbelief.

What?  Why can’t I renew by mail?  It hasn’t been THAT long, has it?  Why, yes… yes it has been.  That 2013 expiration date on my license has been this abstract, far away thing—that is now right here.

Then it was just the inconvenience that got to me.

I’ve got to make the appointment and they’ll never take me on time and I have to tell work that I’ll be out/late, blah blah blah.

Then I read the notice carefully and realized this was going to be one of those “Oh, shit, I’m actually getting older” moments.

I need to get a new photo and take a vision test (and likely update any other pertinent information).  They also list the current info so you can compare your stats.  Age?  Older, of course.  Vision?  Worse.  Height?  Same.  Weight?  I’m going to just crawl into a hole now, thankyouverymuch…

The Countdown

2 Jan

In about 6 months, at the end of June 2013, I will turn 30.  Thirty.  3-0.  Suffice it to say, I am having a bit of an emotional reaction to this chronological inevitability.  Not “crying in the fetal position” type of reaction, but there have been some sleepless nights and some tears.  As I drag my heels because I don’t feel in the least bit ready for this milestone, I am reminded of what my grandma (who lived to be 98 and a half years old) used to say when people complained about getting older… “Consider the alternative.”  Aging is the point of life, or else you’re dead, and I get that.  But me?  30?  Something doesn’t make sense there.

We’ll explore that in the future, but right now, let’s discuss the plan…

My plan is to throw a huge party for my 30th.  Since I don’t exactly see wedding bells in my near-ish future (also more on that later), and I didn’t do the Bat Mitzvah thing (singing? in another language? in front of people? no thank you, says 12-year-old Danielle), I haven’t had a giant and mildly ridiculous party in my honor.  And I want to celebrate this momentous occasion with something more than just dinner/drinks.  When I explain why I’m so fixated on doing it up big, I give the example from Sex and the City (yeah, yeah, hear me out).  There’s an episode when Carrie “marries herself” to get back her Manolos.  While that’s a sitcom plot about lost shoes and a rude party hostess, what sticks out is that she’s getting married to herself.  Other people have the conventional milestones—engagement, marriage, kids—in the expected amount of time, and others don’t.  I’m definitely a don’t.

I’m not doing it for the presents, but for the presence of people I enjoy to hopefully make me forget , at least for a little while, that this is something that really scares me.