My twin brother and I will be thirty on Sunday. It’s still kind of crazy to think that. Thirty? Wait a second. That’s ancient.
I remember when my parents turned thirty. I remember going to my aunt’s house and celebrating my mom and aunt’s thirtieth with lots of “over the hill” signs, balloons, and a gravestone cake. I even remember my mom and aunt wearing black shirts that had 3-0 loudly printed on them in multi-colored font. Do they even make over-the-hill stuff for turning 30 anymore? Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.
Back then I thought my mom and aunt truly were “over the hill” (I was 9 at the time – what did I know?!), now 30 feels so young. I’m nowhere near over the hill, heck I’ve barely begun to summit the darn thing. I look back at photos now of my mom’s thirtieth and she looks like such a baby. Even with four kids and over a decade of marriage behind her, she was a baby.
It’s crazy how our mindsets of certain ages change as we grow older. Especially, what we hoped to accomplish before then. Is this where I expected to be at thirty? Is this what I had hoped to accomplished? I never made a “Thirty for Thirty” list, but if I had, would I have met everything on there? I think I would have. Heck, I may have even added things that became new goals along the way.
Where thirty was once a very scary number, I don’t think it is anymore. My twenties were awesome. I took full advantage of being young, carefree, and single. I jumped out of a plane, I lived on my own, I ran marathons, I did a full IRONMAN, I worked for myself, I found an awesome job in a field I love, I traveled, I became a fur-mom, I fell in love, I got married, I bought a house, I built a healthy savings account and investment portfolio, I remained close with my family, I built awesome new friendships, I did stupid things that built character, and I just plain lived life to the fullest. I’m darn proud of my twenties and wouldn’t change a thing about them (minus an outfit choice or two). The only thing missing from that list is having a baby, which I’m confident will be a fun new adventure for my thirties (lord know we’re working hard on that).
So this is thirty? I’m okay with that. I think thirty looks pretty awesome. So my skin isn’t quite as fresh as it used to be, so my teeth have started to shift some (screw you, useless retainer!), so my hair has a few more grays than it used to, so it’s not as easy to stop the jiggling as it used to be… I’m okay with that. I earned everyone of those wrinkles, gray hairs, and jiggles. They’re just a sign of a well lived life.
Here’s a toast to my fellow thirty year-olds! May we always have trouble remembering our age, because we’re having too much to care. Drink up!