Can be broken down into two groups: 1) Those who say I do not look 30 and 2) Those who are older than me. I feel that this is an equal opportunity group of favorites...everyone can decide that I do not look 30.
In thinking about the impending aging that will occur in a few days, I have been reminded that I had a hard time realizing/accepting that my parents turned 30. I said that they were 29 for years. I think that the fact that they divorced when they were 29 cemented that age in my mind and it was not cleared until it became obvious that if they were still 29, my birth was "National Enquirer" material. Once I got over that hurdle of thought, I never had a problem with their age again.
Time is a funny thing that is marked by milestones both happy and sad. I guess a milestone that, hopefully, involves cake is one that I should fully embrace. I hope that I do not have a difficult time remembering I am in my 30s because I hope that it holds a whole new set of adventures that put my 20s to shame.
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