Some fear turning 30 as if it’s a plague.
It’s as though they believe they’ll go to bed a young, healthy 29-year old with a full head of hair, only to wake up the next morning wrinkled, white-haired or bald and an ancient 30 years old.
It’s pretty silly.
Older should mean you’re more certain of who you are, where you’re going and what you want to accomplish.
You don’t need to have all the answers, but it shouldn’t be an excuse to ignorantly fear change, whether in your life or in the world around you.
It’s like Andy Dufrense said in “The Shawshank Redemption”: “I guess it comes down to a simple choice really; get busy living, or get busy dying.”
I turned 30 today, and in addition to spending a few minutes pondering some insightful lyrics made famous by Tim McGraw and composed by the brilliant Phil Vassar, I spent my first day as a 30-year-old enjoying some of the good things that will make this year and the next 30 wonderful. I hung out with my awesome little nephews, did some more planning for my Kilimanjaro climb and enjoyed a sunny day in Lawrence.
Yes, 30 is a year older, but it’s also the gateway to many more great memories.