The countdown begins
Mar. 9th, 2003 01:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yendiIn thirty days, I turn 31. This means I can finally join ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ljover30 (I suppose I could have joined last April 8, but the name of the community, to me, implied that it's for folks 31 years old and up). It also means that all those surveys that have "26-30" as an age range will now be harder to fill out on autopilot.
I dunno why it occurred to me today. But for some reason, it just popped into my head. I never really gave a shit about my 30th birthday (although it was a thoroughly enjoyable time, spent in Arizona with family and much good food). It just didn't strike me as much of a milestone. It's not like 21, when a fake ID becomes meaningless, or 18, when the right to have your vote not count officially goes into effect. Or thirteen, where you become a Bar Mitzvah (or a Bas/Bat Mitzvah, or get confirmed in other religions). It's just a number ending in "0."
But for some reason, 31 seems to be looming more. I don't know why. Maybe because "30" still seems attached to my 20's, just the tail end of the carefree decade (I know it's just as bogus as the whole Millennium thing -- I had a year zero, just like anyone else). And 31 starts the decade of life ending at 40. And that's always seemed like a milestone, and not necessarily a good one. It brings on prostate exams, other cancer scares, hair loss even for those of use who've made it through the first half of life with a good head of hair. And whereas I'm now, in theory, less than halfway through my lifespan, by the end of the next decade, I'll be past the halfway mark.
*shrug* I dunno why this is bothering me. But I want to get this stuff out of my system before next month.
ljover30 (I suppose I could have joined last April 8, but the name of the community, to me, implied that it's for folks 31 years old and up). It also means that all those surveys that have "26-30" as an age range will now be harder to fill out on autopilot.I dunno why it occurred to me today. But for some reason, it just popped into my head. I never really gave a shit about my 30th birthday (although it was a thoroughly enjoyable time, spent in Arizona with family and much good food). It just didn't strike me as much of a milestone. It's not like 21, when a fake ID becomes meaningless, or 18, when the right to have your vote not count officially goes into effect. Or thirteen, where you become a Bar Mitzvah (or a Bas/Bat Mitzvah, or get confirmed in other religions). It's just a number ending in "0."
But for some reason, 31 seems to be looming more. I don't know why. Maybe because "30" still seems attached to my 20's, just the tail end of the carefree decade (I know it's just as bogus as the whole Millennium thing -- I had a year zero, just like anyone else). And 31 starts the decade of life ending at 40. And that's always seemed like a milestone, and not necessarily a good one. It brings on prostate exams, other cancer scares, hair loss even for those of use who've made it through the first half of life with a good head of hair. And whereas I'm now, in theory, less than halfway through my lifespan, by the end of the next decade, I'll be past the halfway mark.
*shrug* I dunno why this is bothering me. But I want to get this stuff out of my system before next month.
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I'm THIRTY-SEVEN. I will be 38 in August. I get mistaken for much younger most of the time, but I'm glad of my age. I spent most of my life being "35" - taking care of my family, being responsible, etc. I was thrilled to hit 30, and happier with 35, where my chronological age finally matched my emotional age.
Stare it down and enjoy the ride is very good advice.