Today I turn 31--which means that I'm officially in my thirties.
Do you remember the debate about the turn of the Millennium? Back then, there were two types of people in the world - those who felt that the year 2000 was not the beginning of the second Millennium, that in fact, it was the last year of the first Millennium. And then there were the rest of us, who thought that those people were a bunch of spoilsports and we knew that the year 2000 was indeed the new millennium and we were going to party like it was 1999, all logical explanations to the contrary be damned!
I still think I was right. Even though when I turned 30, I shrugged it off because 30 is just the last year of your 20s. (Hypocrite!)
But now, now I can't put it off any longer. Thirty-one is officially, unequivocally your 30s. Even if I feel pretty much the same as I did when I was 14 - except for the
mortgage, two kids and a husband part. Oh, and the fact that I never,
ever worry about Geometry these days.
If anyone has any advice on how to make the 30s the Best Decade EVER, I'd love to hear it!