Good Lord time is moving fast. It's almost April. Ridiculous.
My girly doctor called me old at my last appointment. That sounds rude but it was funny in context. The strange part to me was that I didn't care. Apparently 30 is agreeing with me. I've also been embracing the phrase "age is just a number". I don't feel 30, therefore, who cares if I technically am 30? I'm pretty sure only immature people care about age. Since I'm 30, I can't be that immature anymore. I still reserve my right to act like a child though. :)
I think that's what it's really about. I've realized that I don't care how old I am. I'm going to act however I feel like acting, as long as it's appropriate to where I am of course, no temper tantrums at work.
It's gotten to the point where I actually feel sorry for people who dwell on age. It's just so immaterial in the larger scheme of things. Now that I've been old for almost two months I'm wise enough to know this...
Another thing my doctor said: the 30's are much better than the 20's. Based on my 20's, it'd be difficult for my 30's to be worse, but I know what she's saying. Everyone freaks out about 30, and believe me, I did for years, but it's really no big deal. It seems that once you get past it, you can relax.
Anybody who's known me for any length of time knows how amazing it is that I'm ok with getting with getting older. If I got over it, anybody can.
