So thirty is approaching very quickly. I’m okay with it. Really I am . No. Really.
I say this not to convince myself or others, though it may seem that way. I am saying this as a figurative “cap” that I am placing on my life thus far. A life that is awesome, btw. (And I am not talking run of the mill awesome. I mean seriously awesome.)
The first 30 years of my life have included so many, many things. For starters. My first breath. That was a great time. Taking my first steps. Again, awesome. It was like I was meant to walk upright or something. School was a hoot. Well, the last few years were anyway. The middle kinda sucked, and I don’t really recall that much of the beginning. I do recall the smell of paste though. Sigh…. The good ol’ days.
I got married, taught for a short stint of time, had babies and created a life that I am proud to live for myself and my family. Each new day brings new firsts for me as I discover the world all over again through the eyes of my kids. It is so much better the second time around. I know now, how fleeting life can be. How precious each moment it. How fragile life is.
So as my b-day approaches in a few months and the dreaded 3-0 comes barreling at me like a freight train derailed. I think who the fuck cares? Odds are in my favor that I will live twice, if not three times that long in my life time. AND more importantly, for more than 2/3 of the 30 years I couldn’t consume alcohol (legally). The love of my life has only been around for 11 of the 30 years…though to him may seem like a lifetime, really is just a drop in the bucket compared to the 30+ years that lie ahead. (Sorry sweetie!) So I am really not seeing the downside as of yet. Granted, I could get hit by a bus tomorrow and die with a feature story on the evening news (finally my big break!!!)… I am not planning on that being the case, for sake of argument. 
But if it does, at least I got some nice new hair to show off…
So. To recap. I am in the best possible place I could dream myself to be in. 15 years ago, while sitting in a guidance counselors office, the very image of my life was in my head as I planned out my future. To say I am happy, and proud is an understatement. For this reason, I can’t wait to begin the second 30 years of my life. I can’t wait to see my boys experience the world. Their innocence breaks my heart as I know that too will be short lived. But someday,when they are 30 and I am 55-ish, and I look back on the past 60 years. I really wonder what I will be remembering. Travels? Love? Laughter? I hope so. I feel good knowing that now is the beginning of the next chapter of my life. I feel good about who I am , where I am, and who I am surrounded by. At 13, 16, even 22…. I didn’t have that insight. I wasn’t there. I am now though. And that is all that does matter.
Cheers!
