30 didn’t bother me, nor did 40… in fact, I brought donuts to the office that day with a sign “I’d rather be 40 than pregnant!”
For some reason, 37 bothered me, and with 47 a few months away, that’s kinda eating at me, tho I’m at a loss to explain it. I’m in decent health, got a great husband and a good kid, for all that she’s a teenager. I’m 9 1/2 years from retirement and I’m in Florida - what more could I ask?
I never fibbed about my age, nor do I see any reason to lie. It’s not that big a deal.
Turning 30 didn’t phaze me, but for some reason, 31 really threw me. I think it was the difference between being 30 and being in my 30’s. At any rate, I figured it was a good thing because it is a whole lot easier for a woman her 30’s to be taken seriously as a person than a woman in her 20’s. At 38, I’m starting to wonder how I’m going to react to 40. My husband gets there in a few months, but he’ll be okay this year since he has recently achieved his goal - success in his second career before hitting 40. If I can hit my own chosen goals by then, I think I will be okay (debts all paid off, back to school to work on my MLS full-time).
I turned 30 about 1 1/2 months ago. Now I’m eligible to answer this thread sigh. Actually, the idea of turning 30 bothered me for a while when I was 28, but I eventually got over it. Once I turned 30, it didn’t really bother me too much. I think a lot of this has to do with the fact that the average age of my friends is around 37, and I’ve always been known as the “young’un.” Now, I’m more in their age group, although a lot of my friends are entering their 40s (if they haven’t already). Also, since I was in my late 20s, I’ve been in the best shape of my life (with some ups and downs) – much healthier than I was in my teens and early-mid 20s, so I don’t miss them too much in that regard. Another benefit to aging is that I haven’t used my asthma inhaler since April, 1996. Part of this I think is due to exercise, but I think a lot of it is due to “growing out” of my asthma.
A friend of mine turned 30 a year before I did. After watching her fall apart, I swore I wouldn’t do it. I figured it would be downright stupid to worry and make myself crazy about something that was inevitable.
Nahh, turning thirty didn’t bother me as much as being called Sir the first time. That was when I realized that I no longer had the bloom of youth on my fair features. The other thing that bothered me was watching sports and seeing players younger than me being called old.
Keith
30 was nuttin’…AAMOF all my b’days were painless…and pantless.
KimKatt…look at it this way…you have something younger people don’t have…wrinkles.
All kidding aside…for a moment or two…expirience rules.
Wisdom rocks…age ain’t no thang.
I can remember walking down a dusty road(I can still taste the dust in my mouth) when I was 12-13 or so…wondering what I was going to be like in the year 2000.
Wow…36 years old…that is soooooo old. I thought I would be living alone, with all the freedom in the world. Making lots of money, and generally having a good time…but way too old to really enjoy it.
My children look at me that way now. I’m alright with my age. My kids are just as clueless as I was. There’s no convincing them of anything different.
I still think I’m young.
Happy birthday!
“You don’t expect us to take that seriously, do you Eve?”
—I sure as hell do. Not only do you become invisible to men, but in a work situation you are dismissed as useless and unpromotable if you haven’t achieved a certain level. You just sit there and watch the 20-somethings get promoted over you, using your head to wipe their feet on as they scramble past you up the corporate ladder.
A friend is taking me on a cruise to Denmark for my 30th birthday later this year…so I’m not worried about turning 30 at all (although since I turn 30 in October, I am a tad worried about the weather though!).
It’s been a shitty year since January though, with something going wrong nearly every day - workwise, healthwise, carwise, housewise whatever, so I’m hoping next year will be better (irrespective of age). However, my mother takes every opportunity to say if ou’re like this now, imagine what you’ll be like at my age…(sheesh! Apart from being born, what did I ever do to her?!)
Thanks for all the “happy b-days” and back at you to Strainger, Zero, and psycat, and everyone else for the next year to come
Having read what is here, I think I have figured it out. My best friend turned 30 in March. She was so upset about it, she actually left the country for the week surrounding her birthday so that no one would make a fuss about it. But… she is not married. And very upset about it. She moved back home with her folks a couple of years ago after a messy divorce. No kids. I think that’s what upset her.
I’m married, with two great kids and no plans for more. With last month’s raise, I hit the salary that I swore to myself I would have before I turned 30. Also, my husband will turn 42 in December (apparently Athena can relate to this :)), so he makes me feel very young indeed. Last weekend, I got proofed (asked for ID) at a bar.
I guess the whole thing, then, is perspective.
The age thing that really gets to me - my oldest daughter’s birthdays. Next year, her age will include the dreaded “teen” - I am already shuddering at the thought
I was nothing but happy to hit 30. I’ll be nothing but happy to hit 40 and 50, too. I can look back on myself when I was 20, and I have SO changed for the better since then. I am so much more secure and mentally stable now than I was then, and my mom and I talk and she says it just keeps getting better.
The hardest part for ME is not thinking people who are still young enough to know everything are idiots.
I turned 39 last week, and I can’t complain about getting older. It sure beats the alternative. so far, in my 39 years
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[li]I’ve been to the Taj Mahal.[/li][li]I’ve been to the Great Wall of China[/li][li]I’ve been seduced by a hot German guy in Guilin, China.[/li][li]I’ve done acid at the bottom of the Grand Canyon.[/li][li]I’ve lived and worked in Yellowstone, Death Valley, the Grand Canyon, and the Grand Tetons.[/li][li]I got picked up by a Royal Marine in London.[/li][li]I’ve spent the night in a monastery in Japan.[/li][li]I’ve spent a night in jail in Flagstaff, Arizona.[/li][li]I’ve given Woody Harrellson several backrubs(when we were roommates in college)[/li][li]I’ve been stung by a jellyfish off Koh Samui in Thailand.[/li][li]I got to meet Vincent Price.[/li][li]I once hitchhiked from Terre Haute, IN, to Casper, WY.[/li][li]I’m starting law school at the age of 40 next year.[/li][/ul]
I’ll be 39 in a couple of months, and no birthday since the 21st has been that big a deal. Age is a state of mind, and as immature as I am, I’m gonna be young forever!
Actually, I was excited when my 30th birthday came around. I was more than happy to put behind my 20s because as they closed I was going through some difficult times.
I turned 32 eleven days ago and well, so far my 30s are better than my 20s.