My running joke with Randy for the last (almost) 8 years of our relationship has been to tell him that eventually, he would surpass me in age. I think the time has finally come.
3 weeks ago, I turned 30.
I don't like it very much at all. Every time I think about how old I am, (which isn't very often) I stick my tongue out. Because I just don't wanna be 30. I know- that's very grown up of me to stomp my foot and stick my tongue out. Oh well!
The morning of my birthday, I woke up at some point in the middle of the night and refused to look at the clock. I was officially 30 as of 2:22 am, and I didn't want to know what time it was because that would mean that I was really and truly 30. (I had a similar reaction when I turned 20- I woke up, saw what time it was and started crying because I realized I was no longer a teenager...)
I really am not sure why I am having such a hard time with it. It's not like I had a bunch of goals that I wanted to accomplish by this age, or that I'm not where I thought I would be in life. Because honestly, I never really had a plan to be in a certain place by a certain age. I've just kinda gone with the flow of things... and where I've wound up has been pretty good for me.
Blah. I just don't like it.
But eventually I will get over it. I pretty much have to. I'll accept getting older... eventually.
Either that, or I will just stick with being 29.... plus 1, 2, 3.....