Thirty

>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…