Warning: Introspective post
30. The big Three-Oh. Seems like a lot of people dread the coming of this particular milestone, and I suppose I understand why: your 20s are supposed to be the time you break out, do great things, make your mark, etc. I admit, I had a bit of a freak-out about 30, oddly enough when I was about to turn 28. It only lasted about a day or two, and it was so irrational that I stopped for a moment and realized “hey, it’s just a number. Plus, I’ve done all sorts of awesome stuff, but there’s still plenty more for me to do, so why sweat it?”
As I approach the beginning of my third decade on the third rock from our sun, my perspective hasn’t changed. My 20s started out a bit rough, but in total would be the most awesome decade yet for me. I figure, as long as I keep my wits about me, and stay true to myself, my 30s will probably kick even more ass on balance!
This isn’t to say bad things won’t happen – I have no doubt that they will. Life can’t be sunny all the time, but I think I’m better prepared to meet the challenges of my 30s than I was my 20s. Plus, I’ve got way too many fun things to do to get bogged down in worrying about a number, and a somewhat arbitrary milestone!