So, there I was, 30 years old. My 30th birthday was yesterday, and it's not one that I was especially looking forward to. Is 30 really a big deal? Not in the long run, I guess, but moving from yoru 20s to your 30s is pretty weird. Especially when you're around people in their 20s all day, every day. I had a big party of mixed age folks, and we had a great time, so I was ushered into my 30s in good company, but it still hit me every once in a while. I'm 30 years old.
I tell people that it doesn't bother me because you can't have done all the things I've done in life in less than 30 years. In fact, the only things I WANTED to do in my 20s (have a baby and win a theater award) really don't bother me too much, since I am going to try to have a baby next year and I am pretty sure I'll never win a theater award. But even looking back at all the accomplishments and experiences sometimes doesn't make the number 30 smaller.....
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