Months ago I decided that I needed some sort of therapy to help me accept the fact that come December of this year, I would be entering into my 30s.
So why am I so panicked to turn 30?
I guess it is just the uncertainty of what comes with that intimidating number—better yet, what doesn’t.
Zero to 29 seems like a free pass. It seems like there is endless time to “find yourself,” explore different options in life regarding work, geography and love. Before you turn 30, I think that most people are pretty confident that they won’t suffer a heart attack or break a hip. After 30, I feel like all bets are off.
Nearing 30 makes you reflect upon what you have accomplished in life thus far—that isn’t necessarily a good thing. We live in a very competitive, very goal-driven world and measuring your own achievements against others seems to come naturally. In some cases this can cause a lot of negative feelings and anxiety. Questions constantly berate your mind, keeping you awake at night—or maybe that is just me.
Questions start firing out like vomit.
Why don’t I make as much money as I want to?
How many kids am I going to have if I don’t get started soon?
How can I be a good parent if I can’t take care of myself?
What is my health going to be like in a few years?
What if I never get married?
My point being here that although uncertainty terrifies me more than anything else, I also know that there is a lot more life out there still waiting and some amazing things are going to happen in my 30s.
For the time being, I would like to reflect on getting to this point of almost 30 and stay away from all of the doom and gloom.
So far life has been pretty awesome. There isn’t much to complain about when you are warm, well-fed and surrounded by animals, friends and family.
My plan with this blog is to recall 30 memories that I have in my slowly deteriorating brain that make me smile, help me to remember what life is all about and hopefully will entertain my readers. Every day I will post a new memory and at the end of the blog I will be 30!
Don’t worry, I will stay away from the obvious ones—first boyfriend, first kiss, finally getting my aunt Flo and the first time I wore a bra. Think that is already too much information? You really should meet me in person.
Enjoy my 30 memories but more importantly, start thinking about yours!