It snuck up on my in a way that I never thought it would. I thought it wouldn’t be a big deal, I thought, “Hey, turning thirty can’t be all that bad, can it? I mean it’s just a number right?” At least that’s what everyone who turns thirty says–it’s just a number. But then so do the people that turn 40…50…60… old people. Old people are the one’s that say “It’s just a number!”
I remember when turning certain ages was a privilege, a milestone, an honor–not a death sentence! Like when I turned 13… it was a big deal to enter into the official realm of my teenage years… and of course turning 16 was even more amazing… there was real freedom that came along with this new number, receiving the long awaited and anticipated drivers license… the ability to drive, to get out of the house and away from your parents whenever you felt like it (or at least whenever you weren’t grounded from the car)… and of course turning 18–a legal adult where buying cigars and lotto tickets was finally legit! Not to mention that twenty was just right around the corner–the age of respectability, the brilliant end to your teenage years… And how could you ever overlook 21, the age of true, legal adulthood where buying booze and getting into clubs was perfectly permissible and fake ID’s were no longer necessary. But what then? What was there to look forward to after 21? Anything at all?
Well, there was hitting 25. Finally given the ability to rent a car and get cheaper car insurance through something other than Geico.
But is that it? Is this all that was left to look forward to? Cheaper car insurance? Rental cars? Is life over? Don’t tell me all I have left to look forward to is Medicare and Social Security!
I’m thirty… what’s left?
It’s been almost a month since life as I knew it ended… a month since the dreadful three-oh snuck up and strangled the life out of my youth. But maybe this is a good thing. Maybe this is what finally needed to take place in order for me to truly move forward and finally seize upon the dreams that have been conjured up over the past 30 years… With the death of my youth comes the birth of life, the birth of opportunity, the birth of achieving things that weren’t even possible until this point.
For thirty years its been about what would I like to do someday, what I would like to achieve, who would I like to become… for thirty years it’s been all about the someday. Well now is someday, now is the chance to finally take hold of those ideas and finally be, to finally live in the here and now. The death of my youth is simply the death of someday, the death of the future tense and the beginning of the now, the beginning of living in the present tense and taking hold of those possibilities.
Hello present tense, it’s nice to meet you! Where have you been all my life?
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- new design!
- perfection, sinlessness, immortality.
- way to go mom!
Plus, you’re starting your ministry right about when J.C. started his!
That dinner I bought you was your birthday present. Just FYI.
See you in a couple of weeks!
Potential must to turn to potency at some point. Bring it on.