I tried to hide, I tried to lie, I finally accepted it was coming,
and that I would probably die.
The last night of my 29th year found me moping, sad, dreading.
Dreams full of liquor stores that don't ask ID and anti aging creams made from
youthful virgins.
So in the morning when I woke on the dawn of my 30s, I was.... well,
fine. Happy. Relieved. I'm 30. Thank God that 20s mess is over.
Now I'm here, there's no stopping it or dreading it and hey,
I'm early thirties. For so
long I've been LATE TWENTIES. Now I"m back in 'early camp'. Nice. I'm a
baby.
I instantly felt more confident. My life is no longer "an
open road of possibilities, wondering what path I will take and where life will
lead me". Now I kind of know. I've made a lot of those decisions, gone
down paths. I'm at the point of living my life rather than thinking about it
how it should go. Kinda like, I went to the nursery, chose the seeds and bulbs
and starters, that's all done, no longer fussing over 'should I buy a banana
tree or a tomato plant?' I've already chosen. I've already planted. Time to
watch 'em grow.
They say you mature a lot and learn yourself when you turn 30. I
did *not think* that literally happened in the midnight hours between 29 and
30.
Embrace the 30. I'm so cool with it, I"m not even scared of
40 anymore.
You? What was your BIG NUMBER? How do you feel about it?
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