and I'm thirty
I turned thirty! And it was as I predicted, quite thankfully. No mid-life crisis. No guilt over the things I haven't done or the person I haven't become. No desire to cling to twenty-nine. I saw an internet statement (can't find it now) that said a thirty-year-old is only a ten-year-old adult. If twenty is the age where we become "adults" (cause eighteen is still pretty young, but you can count it if you want), then we haven't been adults for very long. I'm only a ten-year-old adult. I have accomplished a lot in a mere ten years. I have changed a lot. There is still a lot to do, but it's exciting! Not weighing me down or depressing me. I can't do everything, and I don't want to. I will pick a few more things and enjoy them in the next few years. So here's to being thirty and being ten and living a life that I like.