THIRTY

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I’ve always liked birthdays.  I consider it to be my own personal holiday, a day when I get to call all the shots, and everyone celebrates me.  What’s not to like?  But apparently, at some point, we’re supposed to start hating birthdays, because they mean we’re getting older, our youth is fading, and remind us that we will eventually be old and die.  I know, you’re welcome for the reminder.

I still like them though.

I don’t mind getting older.  Sure, ask me when I’m 70, and I might sing a different tune.  But now I’m 30, and I’m pretty darn happy about it.  Thirties feel right to me, they feel like what I am.  Analytical Husband read an article once that said we all identify, permanently, to a certain age.  For example, 21.  We always feel too young, and then once we pass it, we feel too old, like that number just can’t be right, because in our hearts and minds, we are still 21.

I think mine is 30.  I’ve always had older friends, and always felt too young.  I tend to round up.  But I loved my 20s … for a while.  Then I got married, bought a house and started to think about kids and mortgages and reasonable bedtimes.  I think 30 accurately reflects where I am.

I also love Harry Potter and unicorns and hula hooping, and the tongue ring is here to stay.  That doesn’t make me any less 30.

Ages have these impressions in our minds.  And I guess some people have an image of 30 as old, but I don’t see it that way.  I see my thirties as past the after parties, time clocks, hangovers and drama, but that’s ok.  I’d rather have good friends, good beer, great kids, a bar that we can hear eachother in, a spreadsheet of my finances, and a bedtime before midnight.  I suppose I’m just lame (or whatever the kids these days are saying) at heart, but hey, at least I can now pull off saying “kids these days.”

And besides, those impressions are mirages.  They’re little boxes that none of us fit in, at least not all the time.  Let them be fluid, and redefine them as you see fit.

I think there’s something to be gained with getting older.  Every new year and every new decade bring wisdom, experience, scars and a little better perspective and attitude.  I’m excited about this decade.  I have a feeling it’s gonna be a pretty awesome one.

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