Well...it's official. Last month I began my third decade on this planet. The weeks leading up to the "big day" were filled with loads of anxiety and depression, by no stretch of the imagination. I just couldn't (and still can't) believe that my twenties have come and gone. Where did the time go? Why do I still feel like such a kid? What do I have to show for the last ten years of my life?
And looking to the future, what will the next ten years bring? Wait...do you hear that? tick tock tick tock tick tock It's not my biological clock ticking away. Well, for the most part it's not. It's the sound of the minutes and hours and days passing by in the blink of an eye. It's scary to think that the last ten years are gone already, but it's terrifying to even entertain the idea that one day, less than ten years from now, I'll be turning forty.
People have asked me if I feel any different. I most certainly do, but the feelings are a combination from both the positive and negative sides of the spectrum. Negative side: See above. As for the positive side, I'd like to think that I have plenty to look forward to in the next ten years. Sure, my twenties are gone, but during my twenties I never really wanted the things I want now. With any luck, my thirties will be filled with happiness and accomplishments.
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you're 30.
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