In less than 2 weeks I will pass out of my 20s and into my 30s. I'm not impressed with this turn of events. No lie. I'm not angry about it like I was when I turned 27 and passed out of my late-mid 20s and into my late 20s, but I'm generally not having any of this.
I think it's just not time for me to be 30. You may think I'm being ridiculous, but I don't really care. There are just so many things I thought would be different about my life when I hit 30. Book publishing and tenure and promotion and such are cold comforts at best.
But, as one of my colleagues pointed out, if I consider the options, it may not be so horrible. 30 or death? Death or 30? Given those options, I choose life, which I suppose means I choose 30.
When I set out to write this post, I thought I would make it funny. I don't think I've succeeded. Perhaps 30 is just not very funny.
3 comments:
This is interesting. I was actually quite happy to turn 30, which I think is unusual. While it's scary that 40 isn't all that far away now, I love being this age. I'm not too old, but I'm also not so young that I think I know everything. I think this is the point in my life where I realize I don't know much and that that's OK.
I'm 3 years away from 60. 60 mind you. I'm not THAT old. 60 is someone else. I think I understand where you are coming from. My Gramma Clocksin--your great grandmother--didn't feel any different in her sixties than she did in her twenties. I don't think what you are feeling now is so extreme, and neither is it ridiculous
I agree with Karen. I like this age. I don't need to be 20 anymore. I have peace inside about where I am at in my life. I don't worry about what others think as much. I think those things come with age. It's a really good feeling :) :)
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