I remember 30. Barely. Isn’t that the time just before your body starts falling apart? I didn’t have any problem with 30, but I do recall being bummed out about 31 - it’s like I had the realization that the birthdays weren’t going to stop coming.
I’m hitting 32 on the 21st and it feels decidedly weird, except that I got carded last week for a bottle of wine so the deterioration obviously hasn’t really gotten started yet.
I pointed out to my mom that she can’t trust me anymore since I’m over 30 back a year or so ago.
There should be, by all rights, another milstone birthday between 25 (when my car insurance went to a decent rate) and whatever age it is that you can get senior discounts at Denny’s. Like for example at 35 you should be able to say cut in line at the movies or get mid grade gas for the same price as the cheap stuff. With nothing else to look forward to it really makes it just staring down the chasm of middle age after your mid 20’s or so.
Happy Birthday! I love your attitude about it. I wish I had that mind set.
I turned 30th on Monday and while I knew it would be hard for me… I didn’t realize I would actually cry over it. I was at work and my boss gave me balloons. It hit me then. I went into another cube and cried. I hate it.
I’ve got you both beat–I just turned 50 last Tuesday.
Not long after I turned 30 I turned over a new leaf and started taking better care of myself. It’s definitely not written in stone that you have to start falling apart in your 30s. Exercise is a very good way to fight that, although you do need to do relatively “safe” forms of exercise–which means low-impact cardio and lifting weights you can handle. Unfortunately, most “fun” sports can be very punishing–my older brother, the surfer-dirtbiker-golfer-tennis player, is now pretty much a wreck from injuries.
Well here’s a little something else. It’s my 30th…and we think we’re pregnant. We leave for vacation tomorrow morning so I won’t be checking in like usual until Friday at the least, but talk about a big day. My girlfriend was acting strange all day and as I was getting in the shower she kept saying there was something she wanted to tell me, but wouldn’t. Well one pee stick later we have the initial belief that we’re with child. Holy fucking shit. Right now I don’t even know what to say or what to think. Terror and joy make some odd bedfellows. I have to get up at 4:00am to catch a plane to Florida and I don’t know that I’ll sleep a wink. Nobody knows besides us, and now the Dope.
Talk about a milestone. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. I need a drink.
Congrats Cluricaun! IMHO 30 is a perfect age for having a baby.
Thirty is a great in general - old enough to have a bit of maturity, young enough that you have strength and energy for so many challenges and pleasures of life. Enjoy all of your next decade.