Thirty years ago, my mother was in labour with me.
My birthday isn’t until next Tuesday, I just took my sweetass time coming out. Pity my poor mother. I’m not sure she’s forgiven me for that yet.
Anyway, speaking of my mother, I actually remember her turning 30 — there was angst. Apparently turning 30 was horrifying, although now that she’s 52 it’s slightly less ‘terrible in every way’. But I can relate. I’m not quite as horrified at the thought of being 30, but I did have a mini existential crisis of “what have I done with my life? holy shit, I just pissed away my 20s completely”, but I think it passed. I mean, I still think I pissed away my 20s, but … that’s because I did.
Still, I don’t have as much angst about it now, and my goal is to not have the same “holy shit, I just pissed away my 30s” angst at 40. Now to go cure cancer or solve world hunger or create a really awesome new soap recipe…
So I’m turning 30. My hand starts blinking any day now.
One of us! One of us! ;-)
Happy birfday!
Sorry I missed it. Been down with the plague.
You know, I’ve had several people tell me that they preferred their 30s to their 20s. As I pass through the later years of my 3rd decade, I don’t doubt it. Think of 30s as a clean slate to utilize the knowledge you gained in your 20s to make new mature mistakes going forward :)
Looking forward to seeing you when I am no longer under quarantine.
k.
haven’t missed it quite yet — birthday’s not til Tuesday! :D
(and the party is Friday!)