The other day I was talking to someone about getting older, and she got this unbelievable look of sadness and fear in her eyes about turning 30 this year. It got me thinking about my age and what turning thirty will mean to me and here is what I came up with:
This may sound odd, and about 1 year and 5 months early, but I am quite anxious to reach the usually dreaded big 3-0. This is not because I am trying to rush through life or even because I have any particular fondness for getting older. It is more because of the fact that I am so tired of hearing about how I’m “just in my twenties” and how I will really feel life’s struggles and/or joy’s once I’m over that hump, so to speak.
My problem is, I don’t think that any age should be discredited along the way. I mean, we all have to age. It is inevitable. Why be so bitter about it? I think that I may be the only person I know who is happy about aging, well, aside from my mom, who fully embraces her soon to be 53 years young birthday coming up in May. I feel like with every passing year, I have gained that much more life experience. It’s a right of passage, really.
This August will bring forth my 29th birthday, my final year in the twenties is soon to begin and I am honestly not really going to miss them. I mean, of course I had great times and learned a ton of really useful things, and a ton of other junk that is hardly useful at all. I met my fiancé during my twenties, graduated from college, went back to college, read a ton of excellent and life changing books, met some great people, and many other things. There is no shortage of great memories that I’ll take with me across the hump to the next decade of Krystal-dom but, there are also plenty of things I wish to leave behind. Sayonara! Au revoir! Ciao!
So, in this final year of the ever desired “twenties” I will gear up for the years that are apparently “serious business” [insert stern look] and hope I do the other thirty-somethings proud!
Today you are you, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is youer than you. – Dr. Seuss
Happy Birthday to Dr. Seuss, who would’ve been 108 today! Now, doesn’t that make the thirties seem less daunting? 😉