Last week I had a birthday. It was a big one. As in, the big 3-0.
I joked around the weeks leading up to my birthday and said things
like, "I don't know how I feel about turning 30" and "Can I just say
I'm 29 and 13 months instead?"
The thing is that I was being honest when I said I didn't know how I felt about it. I truly wasn't having a complete freak-out about it, but I also wasn't thrilled. I just knew I was now leaving my 20's and entering the 30's. And, that was what bothered me a bit. The fact that I could no longer say I was in my 20's. I was leaving behind an entire decade!
Everyone I talked to said the same things: "The 30's are the best" and "You'll see that the 30's are better than the 20's." While that may be true, my 20's weren't so bad either. I graduated college, got married, and had my baby girl - all in my 20's. Plus, there's the whole "I still feel young" thing. Don't laugh, but for some reason 30 is the official number in my head for leaving young and crossing over into old. I realize this doesn't make sense.
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