Today is the last day that I can say I’m “in my 30s.”
Forty. Wow. Why am I still having so much trouble wrapping my head around that? I think of someone who is 40 and I catch myself thinking of them as being so much older than me. Hell-o. Wake up and smell the Geritol, babe.
Turning 30 was easy. I had just given birth to Laini a few months earlier, we were getting ready to close on our very first house. I was looking forward to it. My life now is better than it was back then (except for missing my Dad), but I’m feeling more of a sense of urgency than I did before. Mortal. Middle-aged. Bad life decisions made now have more impact and can’t be brushed away to youth. On the other hand, my mother completely changed her career at 62 so who knows?