>Oh my, today is my 30th birthday. Wow. I guess it is kind of sobering to realize I have been on this Earth for 30 years.
I am glad to be 30. It sounds like I am mature. I sound like I should know something about things. Yes, I do know things. I can now with confidence say, “I made it to official adulthood.”
Well, I did run 3 miles this morning. I was proud of that. I have never been a runner, always thought it was silly. I thought it was silly because I was skinny and I couldn’t imagine anyone being so desperate to be thin that they would actually run for exercise. Well, after two kids and a metabolism that is slowing more and more each day, I am that desperate and I run.
I long for the age in which I don’t care anymore. The age at which I have so much confidence that I can become a lazy blob of me. What age is that? 31? 33? I can’t imagine keeping this up for much longer. I kid, I kid.
I guess I will embrace my 30’s. It does seem better than the alternative…
What do you think?