
So this weekend I turned the big 3-oh.. bleh. My one friend said 'It wasnt till I saw the 30 on your birthday cake that I realized this wasn't another 20-something birthday and we hadn't discussed your feelings on turning 30.' I love her for knowing that I have feelings on turning 30.. I love her even more for volunteering to listen to me talk about it. The real truth is, I haven't passed the first stage of emotional adjustment on this one, and I'm pretty sure I'm happy being at this stage..
(denial).
Its not denial in the 'i hate being 30 and I'm ashamed of being 30.. I'm actually totally awesome with other people being 30, and I'm not upset that I'm 30. Its more complete disbelief that I have been alive for 30 years and what things I had pictured for myself by now are not in my cards just yet.
I dont know if that makes any sense , and this is not a knock on all of the things I have accomplished in my (first) 30 years. I am very blessed by the lessons and goals and successes and failures that have passed me by in the past years.
Perhaps its just a matter of perspective. When I was in HS a guy-friend of mine and I made a pact that if we were both 25 and unmarried we'd marry each other. Perhaps we had no concept of what 25 was like in the real world or like a child who guesses his parents is significantly older/younger than their real age cuz they have no concept of age,,, maybe we were lost. We're now both 30 and neither of us are married or have any intent of marrying each other (although still good friends)
The mere concept of myself having lived for 30 years is unfathomable and frankly deniable... like maybe 20,, maybe 25 even, but 30 seems like a lot of time. Right?
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