Today I celebrate one of those "milestone" birthdays. I am now officially no longer in my 20s. Everyone says that turning 30 makes you feel different somehow, but I really don't.
At least, not mentally.
Some physical aspects definitely remind me that I am, as they say, "not as young as I used to be." There are activities that I can no longer participate in due to health reasons, and I even have the misfortune of not being able to enjoy some of my favorite beverages since I am no longer allowed caffeine. Talk about a downer.
I played many sports growing up, and I loved every minute of it. However, my body doesn't love me because of them. When you can go to the doctor at age 24 complaining about shoulder pain and be informed that you have arthritis, it makes you wonder if all of those collisions were really worth it. I can say that for me, they were.
I made too many friends playing sports to want to trade any of those years.
Mentally, I don't feel a great deal of difference now than when I turned 20. Yes, I have had more life experiences, but other than that, the brain feels pretty much the same.
I am still horrible at math, drive my co-workers crazy with all of the red ink I put on their story drafts every day, and the list goes on. I am a bookworm, just like I was in elementary school. And every year since for that matter. Just ask my husband. If he has had a long shift at work, he is likely to come home to me sitting in the recliner with a book in my hand. Often, that book is one I have read before but can't resist reading twice - or for the third, fourth or fifth time in some cases.
I am anxiously awaiting a call from my aunt because she promised me that when I turned 30 she was going to call me to tell me I was "older than dirt" because, apparently, I told her that when she turned 30. I don't remember this incident, but I suppose it could have happened.
All in all, I am happy with life, and that is really all anyone could ask for I think. So here's to a new decade and many new adventures to come.