Yes, oh yes! You’ve read that right: I’m 30! Long gone are my 20’s, now makes room for a whole new decade of adventure and discoveries!
There’s a lot of connotation about turning 30. In our society–especially in pop culture–it seems to be something to dread: our 20’s are at an end, the partying is done, now we have to grow up a be responsible.
My mom quoted an interview that Madonna was given when she turned 30. I’ve hunted high and low for the source of this quote, but, alas, I think it’s been lost. When the iconic diva was asked about turning 30, the interviewer was probably expecting a different approach. (The stereotypical “I can’t believe it! I’m old!”) However, Madonna’s comment on her age was to the point: “Frankly, I’m relieved.”
To me, that is exactly how I feel: 30 isn’t about being scared to turn old, it’s about the excitement of the decade to come. Sure, I have more aches and pains that I didn’t have when I was in my teens. But that’s solved easily.
No. On the eve of my birthday, I felt the distinct clap of a book being shut. To me, each decade is a new book in the series of my life. I look forward to seeing what I accomplish in my 30s, taking the lessons of my 20s with me. It was a hard decade full of many struggles and sleepless nights, whether due to studying abroad in England or spending all-nighters taking care of my ailing father. I don’t take any of those experiences for granted. I’m proud of who I’ve become. And I can’t wait to see what happens: being at the peak of my physical health, and, most immediate and important: becoming fully-fledged published author.
I just need to get this book done first!
Away I go to the cave. Radio silence initiated. See you guys on the other side.