It is now March and by the end of this month I will be 30 years old; an age that some might denote as the first major milestone as an aging adult. I am certain, without a doubt, that I will get the question (or some derivation of this question) “How does it feel to be (turning) 30?” I could quote some cliche but I feel like cliches are often used to mask one’s true feelings, therefore I’m not going to respond with “You’re only as old as you feel” or “30 is the new 20” because its not representative of my true cogitation on the matter.
Honestly I don’t understand the hype many place on turning 30. The way I perceive it, God willing I haven’t even reached half my lifespan. What is it that I should be depressed about after having been alive for 30 years? There are infants, children and teenagers whose lives are tragically cut short; often by circumstances that are beyond their control. After 30 years I have completed high school, completed college (with 2 degrees), secured a job, and I am married. Granted I don’t have any children yet, but personally that isn’t a pre-30 requirement. Children could lead me down a tangent that is better reserved for its own topic (however, children are in the game plan … assuming it coincides with His plan).Honestly even having completed college or getting married isn’t necessarily a pre-30 requirement for everyone. I’m not here to diminish those who may have chosen different goals and acolytes in their first 30 years.
The way I see it your birthday isn’t something you should ever dread whether you are turning 30, 40, 80, or 100. It’s a celebration of life. You have survived. You have succeeded. You have seen the origin of things; might have even seen the demise of things. So embrace your birthday; embrace your age. Don’t think about how old you are getting; think about how long you have survived. You know what I’m going to do on March 26th, the day I turn 30 years old? I am probably going to get plowed! Why? It isn’t because I loathe getting older, it’s because I’m excited to celebrate turning 30.
And that’s what I think about that; take it how you want it.
Locutus-
I too have breached the 30 mark. Around the same time we were in process of moving South, which has given me a good feeling of accomplishment and an odd feeling of finally being a grown up. I still refuse to grow up. Anyhow with my 4th child being on the way it is time to finally think about that unpleasant snipping procedure that I am dreading. The fact that I need a “procedure” does in fact make me feel like I am getting older. I still refuse to get old