I’m Suddenly Turning Thirty
When the movie “Suddenly 30” (Also titled “13 Going On 30”) came out in early 2004 I was sixteen years old. And I didn’t get why anyone would wish to be 30. That just seems so… so…. OLD!
Why wouldn’t the character wish she could skip to eighteen, or twenty one, maybe twenty five at the absolute most – but thirty? No. As a teenager thirty seemed like your life was pretty much over by then. All the fun and interesting things happen in your twenties and teens – thirties is just mums driving kids to sports and wearing dressing gowns outside of the house. Thirty is when you get wrinkles, grey hairs and everything starts to sag.
I imagined turning thirty would be like a tree in Autumn – when everything suddenly just shrivels and falls apart.
Turns out the character in “Suddenly 30” was significantly smarter than I was as a teenager.
Turning Thirty Isn’t So Bad After all
Not to say I haven’t thoroughly enjoyed my twenties. I have. And my teen years were pretty fun also. But thirty just feels right. Which is convenient, because it’s my age. I’ll be turning thirty in a few short weeks and I couldn’t be happier. Not only am I entering into a new decade, but I feel like I really am starting a new chapter of my life.
My kids are both in school this year. I have more freedom, more time, more choices. I’ve been applying for jobs – real jobs – outside of the house jobs. That’s not to say that being a stay at home mum hasn’t been serious work, but the idea of paid employment is dizzyingly exciting.
And not only am I at a place in my life where I could consider a job – I’ve had intermittent work over the last nine years since our son was born – but with no more babies on our horizon I can consider something more like a career.
At thirty it’s time to decide what I want to be when I grow up.
Thirty(ish) And Thriving
I visited my home town on the weekend for a friend’s thirtieth birthday party (funnily enough, all my close friends from high school are also turning 30 over the next year or so) and one said I look younger now than I did five years ago when I was deep in the trenches of early parenting. I don’t necessarily think I look “younger”, but I definitely look fresher. More energetic. More awake. (Could be all that sleep I’ve been getting since I no longer have babies.) It probably helps I’m also as physically fit and healthy as I’ve been in my life.
I feel great. I’m excited about what’s coming up next in my life. And sure I do actually have a handful of grey hairs coming through, some fine lines and a bit of sagging here and there – but I’m also feeling less and less like I actually care about those things. I’m becoming more confident and happy with myself, just as I am.
So that’s it. Thirty. Bring it on.
How do you feel/did you feel about turning thirty?