Turning 30
A milestone. I guess some people would call it that. Especially the ones younger than 30. Probably the people past the mark don’t view it as that special. So with a week to go as a twenty something, I felt like I had to write something down.
What does turning 30 mean? I’ve always been thought to be older than I actually am. “You’re only 14? Only 17? Only 20? Only 21? Only 23? Only 25? Only 29?” Glad I’m not a woman, my feelings might have been hurt quite a few times otherwise.
This might seem odd to some of you, but for me, turning 30 means reaching a point where I’m no longer “oh, only so young…”. Which means my golf handicap of life has been lowered. I’m expected to deliver now. If I were Jesus (no worries, no disillussion on my part here), I’d be preparing to step in to public ministry now. And I’d be dead in 4 years.
Life as a 30 something seems a lot more serious than that of a 20 something. More demanding, more sober (figuratively speaking).
Where will I be in five years? What will I have accomplished? I guess I’m experiencing a thirty year crisis.
Me, husband, father of three, 
Ha. I know the feeling. Well not the turning the big three oh feeling, not yet, thank God. But the feeling of aging, of being looked at as acomplishing so much, so young. Not too long ago I was speaking somehwere and as usual I got the bewildered question, “how old are you?” I used to answer the question and people would say my, so young and doing such great things. This time however I answered the question by saying twenty seven and the response was, “oh?” Now in part I am sure this was due to the fact that I look like I am twenty one, but it still left me with an akward feeling, very sobered (figurativley of course). But hey this is how I’ve started to look at things, the best days are yet to come! Besides thirty is the new twenty. And if we have accomplished such cool things so young, well just think of the great stuff that lies ahead.
peace.