I admit turning 30 was a bit scary. I wasn’t exactly where I pictured I’d be at 30. When I was really young I envisioned being married with children by the time I was 25. Once I hit 20, I extended that goal to 30. And I say ‘goal’ but technically it wasn’t really a goal I wanted, but maybe rather a life that I was ‘expected’ to have by that age.
I’m married (without children). Possibly children will fit into my life someday, but not today. Life changes, people change, plans change. And that’s okay.
As soon as I turned 30 I stocked up on anti-aging products. (I planned to do this when I was 25 to get a head start but never got around to it). I do have a few ‘age lines’ but I don’t think I look like an old woman yet.
One major event in my life that happened when I turned 30 was the passing of my mother. She had just turned 50 and I wondered if my expiration date would be in 20 years as well. FACT: The older you get, the more funerals you attend. Not a great start to my 30’s.
Then I went horseback riding. Basically, the horse had an ‘episode’ and threw me off. There I was moaning uncontrollably on the dirt just below the Hollywood sign, waiting for an ambulance. I fractured my spine in 3 places and spent the rest of being 30 (and some of 31) trying to get back on my feet (literally). I wondered if I was younger would my bones have been so fragile. Had I been ’20 something’ could things have been different? Nah, but I pondered those questions.
In the meantime, I came to realize that actually SAYING you’re 30 is a bit challenging. You’re not in your ’20’s’ anymore and people just expect more from you. I also realized that even though I remember being in high school like it was yesterday, my youngest sister who is in high school now probably thinks I’m old.(Ouch!) I know when I was 17, a 30 year old was definitely ‘old’.
So with the prospect of turning 30, let me tell you this. You really don’t age overnight. The wrinkles, brittle bones, and all the stuff that goes along with it is a gradual thing. You’re not going to wake up and look older, you’re just not. Now I get so annoyed when people complain about getting older. You should take another birthday as a blessing. There’s a quote, “Don’t complain of getting older, it is a privilege denied to many“. Be happy that you made it to 30, and if you’re lucky you’ll make it to 40 and so on.
To be honest, 30 feels the same as 29, and the same as 31. And remember, “you’re only as old as you feel“. (My birth certificate says I’m 31 but I’m more in the 24-26 range).
So you’re turning 30, but how old are you REALLY?