There is nothing scary about turning thirty…as long as I’m able to still act and feel 24. [I was initially going to say ‘as long as I still act 22…’ but I was still doing some pretty stupid shit at 22 years old.]
Turning 30 years old is a breakthrough.
I think I’ll take a moment, celebrate my age
The ending of an era and the turning of a page
Now it’s time to focus in on where I go from here
Lord, have mercy on my next thirty years.
I managed to survive 1/3 of my life without any real catastrophes. From the time I was born, through the age of 29… not all my decisions were stellar [understatement] but, I mean…
I’ve managed to walk into thirty with only one child being born out of wedlock (pretty proud of that), no drunk driving tickets…hell, I’ve never even been arrested, never contracted any STDs…
…I’m pretty proud of those accomplishments.
So, now comes 30. I won’t say that I’m happy to leave my 20’s behind, but I’m prepared.
The only time you really live fully is from thirty to sixty. The young are slaves to dreams; the old, servants of regrets. Only the middle-aged have all their five senses in the keeping of their wits. – Hervey Allen
Slaves to dreams… from 13-24 I was completely oblivious to what I needed; looking for something better, over & over. All the while, I thought I had it all figured out…just like most people that age. It’s quite silly really, to look back … and try to figure out where I saw myself at 30 – then. It’s certainly not here. But, that’s okay…actually, it’s better than okay – it’s exactly where I’m supposed to be.
30 is not going to suck, it’s just the starting point. The next 2/3 of my life will be filled with new adventures, opportunities, mishaps & happiness; of that I’m sure.