Turning 30

I got my red PSP over the weekend and I?ve been breaking it in with some fantastic graphics and fun times playing Ratchet & Clank: Size Matters. B and the Boy also surprised me with Ratchet & Clank: Tools of Destruction for the PS3 which was totally sweet and so unexpected. I?m going to give it a run tonight.

Last night involved dinner with family and having a good time. What really made dinner special was that the Boy not only tried new food, but ended up loving it. What did he try? SUSHI. How crazy is that? But it really made the night extra special that he was willing to try something so out of his element and ended up loving it.

Turning 30 is much like any other birthday. You really don?t feel any different. At least, I don?t. Though I did ask B about eleventy million times if I looked 30 or if I looked younger, and being the wise man that he is, he told me I looked the same as the day he first met me. (I hope he remembers that line when I?m 50.)

I found that I actually looked forward to turning 30. I didn?t freak out or have a meltdown because I don?t think of 30 as being officially old. I?m not even troubled that I?m no longer in my 20s. I enjoyed my 20s, but they were also a time of great upheaval, life altering changes and some serious heartache. Not all of it, but enough of it to make me glad that I?m past all that and starting a new decade.

I feel like I?ve finally come into my own and I?m comfortable with who I am as a person. I?m a lot more confident now than I was in college or my early twenties. I am not afraid to be silly. I?m not so worried with how other people see me because I know who I am and that grounds me.

Probably my biggest concern about myself personally is staying creative. This is something I want to continue to work towards improving. I want to be sure that I make time to be creative every day, even if it?s just for five minutes. That?s really important to me. Without creativity, the mind becomes weak and decays.

The other thing I want to be better about is spending time with friends. Actual face time in the flesh with my friends that I seem to always be talking to, but never actually get to see. This will probably be the hardest thing to make work, but I?m going to do my best. Of course, this would be so much easier if my friends would listen to reason and just move to my neighborhood. (Celeste! Alaska is lonely without you! We have a park! With a swing set! COME OVER TO THE DARK SIDE, WE HAVE COOKIES.)

So, even though I am 30 and starting a new chapter in my life, I find that no matter what my chronological age is supposed to be, in my soul I am still a combination of 9 and 14. Which, when you add them up equal 23. I can be 23 when the situation calls for it. So if you ask me how old I am and I tell you I’m 23, I won?t necessarily be lying.

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