I turned 30 today.
(Present from a clever friend)
People have been asking me if it’s freaking me out and I keep telling them, “No. But when I turned 29, I cried because I was one year closer to 30. So I guess I’ve had a year to prepare for this day and now that it’s here, it’s not that scary after all.” (But if I have puffy red eyes tomorrow, know that I had a small breakdown later tonight. Please don’t ask me about it.)
I freaked out when I turned 29 because 30 had always sounded ancient. People in their 30’s sounded so responsible and boring and well, old. Plus, I had always assumed that people in their 30’s had life pretty much figured out. They had husbands and kids and houses and since I was nowhere near to having any of those things, I flipped out a tiny bit.
Somewhere during my 29th year, however, I realized that turning 30 doesn’t mean you have to turn into a responsible bore. I’m friends with people in their 40’s, 50’s, and 60’s who are spritely and silly and wildly inappropriate at times. They’ve shown me that getting older doesn’t mean life gets dull, nor does it mean you have to have life figured out. Because it turns out that nobody EVER has life completely figured out. Forrest was right. Life really IS like a box of chocolates and you really DON’T ever know what you’re gonna get each year.
I’ve found there are only a few constants in life- God will always be good and farts will always be funny. Almost cverything else is subject to change, and there really is no way of telling what each year or decade will bring. Some months you’ll get the milk chocolate truffles or peanut butter filled goodness. But other months you’ll bite right into that cherry-filled nasties. Regardless, God is still good and farts are still funny. Each year will inevitably hold surprises, some good and some disgusting, but that is what makes this journey with God so wonderful. He already knows what surprises are coming our way and will use them for our good and our growth.
So once I let go of the idiotic notion that turning 30 meant I had to have my life sorted out, I relaxed and happily skipped out of my twenties and into the realm of… dun dun dun… adulthood.
Although today marks the official day of my “departure from early adulthood,” there have been signs of this day approaching for quite some time. Perhaps you too have experienced a few of these. Here are my 20 signs that I’m becoming an adult: Continue reading