On August 23rd I will turn 30.
The last person I mentioned this to said "Oh god! Please don't talk about it! I don't want to think about turning 30!"
Why the hell not? Its inevitable. You will age. You will do so for 30 years, barring any animal maulings, natural disasters, or plagues that could potentially put the kabosh on, you know, living.
I want to state right off that I am not depressed and/or stressed about turning 30. In fact, I embrace 30. Its not quite as sweet as 21, but its definately a milestone. A crossing-of-the-threshold, turning-of-the-corner, shove into adulthood.
I feel like I am a grown up.
What is most intriguing to me about turning 30 is what I thought 30 would look like when I was, say, 20. Ahhhhh, youth. Youth, you're cute. You are so idealistic and hopeful and ambitous....
You were not accurate, Youth. Not accurate at all.
Hence, this blog. I'd like to take a fully self-indulgent moment (Read: 18 days) to reflect on all the idealistic dreams that I (and you) had before we realized that our parents weren't bullshitting when they said the "real world" isn't quite what you think it is.
1. I love this. Picking up good tips here (rambling is also my specialty). 2. I have no idea what my 401k means either and was, like you, mostly proud that I head-nodded my way through the explanation enough to sign up. Now I'm moving and wondering, do I keep these? They are currently rubberbanded on the counter. I would shred them but I broke my shredder. Twice.
ReplyDeleteBeth!!!! You started another blog...I was so ready for it!!! you and Mike are the best bloggers!!! Loved seeing you this past weekend. xoxoxo Jen Bunn
ReplyDeleteBeth, I thought about it real hard, and I finally remembered something about visualizing myself in the future: When I was 18, working at Sunshine Octopus and wondering how I could score a ride to the next Phish show, I swore to myself I wouldn't get married until I was 30. Ten years later, my 18-year-old self can be proud... Meg
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