The big 30 is quite a significant number. For our generation, it’s definitely more important than 18 or 21. 30 signifies the end of the twenties, but as our current age group deals with “the pre-adulthood stage”, at what age are you actually “old” or “mature”. I guess I could google it and get a bunch of different answers.
For my thirtieth, I did not plan to celebrate. I wanted to celebrate alone by reviewing the past and focusing on the important for the future. A nice alone weekend would do wonders for that thought process. Is this my “quarter-life crisis”? And if it is, does that mean I’ll live till 120?
Alas, my dearest cousin Amy and friend Buck wont leave me in peace. They asked me to reserve my Saturday for … something.
*Update: Amy and Buck planned a wonderful day surprising me with an afternoon of paint-balling in the city with our friends. After we were sore and bruised, we headed to dinner followed by drinks all over town. Thanks for the surprise guys!