Yesterday was my 29th birthday (thanks in advance for the well wishes), which means a year from yesterday will be…the one year anniversary of my 29th birthday! Actually, this is more commonly referred to as your 30th birthday and while I know this is considered a BIG DEAL, I am not all that concerned about it at this moment.
I figure people freak out over their 30th birthday for two reasons: 1) They look at their lives and are unhappy with what they’ve accomplished or failed to accomplish. 2) They fear old age, illness and their ultimate mortality. As for number 1, I am pretty happy with what I’ve accomplished at this point in my life, so no worries there. As for number 2 – HA! Illness? Old age? We are old friends. We have drinks every Friday night together.
I am always befuddled when a 28-year-old friend of mine tells me, “I found a white hair today!” as if this is shocking information. I found my first white hair when I was 21, and my older brother started getting them in high school. You have a white hair when you’re 28? You are way behind the curve my friend.
As for illness – ha, ha, ha! Sorry, give me a second to – ha, ha, HA! OMG, I have had more medical tests performed on me in the past two years than many people will undergo during their entire lives. I fear not illness and aging. Turning 30 won’t bring me any closer to those problems. Turning 20 did that.