After having a birthday, it usually takes me about 2 weeks to realize I am indeed another year older. In just 3 years I'll be 30 can you believe it?
I posted this sentiment on Facebook and got tons of replies (mostly from others feeling the same way about approaching 30 or who have already said "seeya!" to their twenties). The number itself doesn't scare me. I don't think my spirit will suddenly feel crushingly decrepit on October 15, 2012 (which by the way I have requested to receive a pie in the face from my husband.. it's in his Outlook calendar). The nerves come from the increasing proximity to life things that are bigger than anything I've done yet. That's the scary part.
Jon and I plan for a lot to happen in the next 3 years:
- move closer to work for both of us, a duplex or townhouse
- save up for a better car for Jon
- buy a car without taking out a loan
- save up to buy a home
- buy a home
- start a family
Moving twice and meticulously managing our budget doesn't bother me.. Buying a house and starting a family? I'm trying to decide if that is intimidating. Right now I don't feel that it is because the moment for those things is not too near. But I think the more in advance I can get used to those ideas, the better I will feel when the time comes for them.
Then again, I don't know if I can imagine having a kid in 2-3 years, gah! haha. The idea is nice but the reality hounds me. Sometimes I think that my comfortableness with someone-else's-small-child-interaction determines some level of readiness on my part. At Girls' Night last night I was watching a friend's little girl (age 3) run about, being playful and disobedient.. and I was like this is exhausting just to watch! Then again, I was tired to begin with so no help there.
Anyway.. I know I should "stop worrying and love the bomb".. but I think part of the aging challenge is not to see it as such a harsh timeline.. but rather as a more freeing cluster of opportunities and new experiences.
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