Over the last year, I’ve cycled between feeling terror, indifference, and vague excitement about turning 30. It seems to be such a negative milestone for most people, women especially. Over the last year, I’ve catalogued new wrinkles, aches, and gray hairs. Oh, the gray hair!
Sometime over the last few months, I had an abrupt change of heart. I’m not sure what brought it on, I just know that one day turning 30 seemed not bad at all. In fact, I was kind of excited to turn 30! This has been a year of transition for me, and this Fall is another clear transition point.
I’m finally an adult, and I find I don’t mind at all. All of the decisions I’ve made over the last 29 years are finally all mine–my life is a result of my choices and actions. And, darn it, my life is good! I have a loving husband and family, a great home, a decent job (as much as I don’t like to admit it), and in October, a new Master’s degree. So often we see milestones as an ending. I suppose that for many of us, turning 30 is the end of our youth. For me, it’s a beginning.
I’m 2 days into being 30 and ready to see what’s next. And I am LOVIN my gray hairs!
P.S. Tracy: if you’re reading this, please write! It’s been too long since we caught up! 
Gray hairs? I quit worrying about those when I was about 26. I think my boys have more gray hairs than I do. Because I just enjoy being alive.
I am proud to tell anyone I am 61. I think it is great to have made it this far. Since I didn’t start college until I was 40, I am just excited that I did it. Yeah, I did it. Of course my wonderful husband was so supportive. I don’t think I could have ever made it without his encouragement. But, I am thankful that God has allowed me to be all that I can be. Well, I am still workiing on that, but I know without God I would never have gotten this far. He also kept me on my feet while I was at SWT. Everyday I prayed that he would not let me fall in front of all those young people. He never let me fall. Thank you God.