The BIG three-O!
April 22nd 2010 11:21
I turned 30 yesterday. At exactly 6:42 in the morning on the 21 April 1980, after 7 hours of labour and then another 2 and a half hours of cesarean I was lifted out of my mum's stomach, thin and lanky ugly baby.
Thirty years later, here I sit, still in shock of the fact that I have to tick the next age bracket when doing surveys and questionairs, and wondering how is it that people half my age these days are sailing solo around the world, winning gold medals, winning So You Think You Can Dance (SYTYCD), while I am just another plain Jane.
I kept it low key, with a small family dinner at mum and dad's place and watched the finals of SYTYCD. I think I wanted that, so that I can just fade into the thirty-ness without too much fuss.
Big year though. Bought a house, turned 30 and getting married.
Yikes. I hate the idea that I am now expected to act like a grown, mature, knowledgable adult.
You know what?
Nah!
Growing old is inevitable. But growing up is optional
<--- not sure who to credit to, but I love it!
Any tips from you already thirty-er out there?
Thirty years later, here I sit, still in shock of the fact that I have to tick the next age bracket when doing surveys and questionairs, and wondering how is it that people half my age these days are sailing solo around the world, winning gold medals, winning So You Think You Can Dance (SYTYCD), while I am just another plain Jane.
I kept it low key, with a small family dinner at mum and dad's place and watched the finals of SYTYCD. I think I wanted that, so that I can just fade into the thirty-ness without too much fuss.
Big year though. Bought a house, turned 30 and getting married.
Yikes. I hate the idea that I am now expected to act like a grown, mature, knowledgable adult.
You know what?
Nah!
Growing old is inevitable. But growing up is optional
<--- not sure who to credit to, but I love it!Any tips from you already thirty-er out there?
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