Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Holy Shit! I'm an ADULT!

This year I am turning 30.
Now from my own Generation Y observations, most people who are about to be 30 start freaking out or getting depressed about it, feeling like they will officially be "old". Or perhaps they feel they finally have to face some giant mountain of responsibility not dealt with because of the Generation X&Y Twenty-Something's Responsibility Waiver. Who knows?

But I find that this year I am surprisingly calm and content about where I am headed and about turning the not-as-big-as-they-say Three O. I'm totally cool with it. In fact, I am looking forward to it. Fuck you, 20s. Sure, my early 20s were pretty fun. Lots of sex, music, dancing, drinking and occasional hallucinogens. There were also lots of jobs, lots of moving from place to place (not in a fun way).
And let's not forget the giant Pit of Despair that was my mid-twenties, a regular emotional roller coaster of depression and desperation. Just awful. I did get married and have kids, which is a good thing, but also came with stresses, wake up calls, anxiety, and interrupted soul-searching and sacrificing (the latter being something Generation Yers aren't used to AT ALL, if you ask me).

So what made me think about all this?

Well, I'll tell you.
This morning, I was sitting in my awesome office chair that I got for xmas, and I was sipping a cup of 100% Colombian coffee and reading an article in the paper about how it was Destiny that the Eagles lost. I don't usually read the paper, I mostly get my news online, but whatever. The point is, I was totally happy having my coffee, reading the paper. I even like watching the Today show and doing crossword puzzles and Sudoku. I am officially old. And I love it.

But not old enough to be Golden - I still have enough spry in me that I would love to go white water rafting, skydiving and horseback riding in Alaska someday....which is a good thing I have that kind of energy because I'm still young enough that my Little Guy just turned a year old yesterday and now he's awake upstairs screaming to get out of his crib. Duty Calls....


  1. I turn 30 this year too.. and I'm totally cool with it.

    I too, am SO ready to bid farewell to my 20s..

  2. I've heard the 30's are awesome. I'll let you know when I eventually catch up to you, a long, long time from now.

  3. I was hoping the 30s was when people started taking me more "seriously" because I was "older." But everywhere I work everyone is at least 10 years older than me (most cases 20), so I still get stuck being treated like a kid. Sheesh!

    The thirties are great and I'm going to miss them in a couple of years, though, I've been thinking 40 is not-as-big-as-they-say, either, so to speak.