This past Saturday, July 26th, 2008, I turned 30. Thirty-something just sounds so much older and “adult” than does a number beginning with “twenty”. The reality of my 30th birthday has been “staring me in the face” for quite a while now. I don’t exactly know why. 16 was a big deal because then I could drive and 18 was a big deal because then I registered with selective service and registered to vote. No birthday since then has really felt like a big deal. 25 was kinda weird, but nothing like “30” has been.
Knowing that 30 was coming has produced some life change: as of this past Thursday I have officially lost over 130lbs and now “officially” weigh in at less than 200lbs. Weight watcher folks call it “One-derland”. It’s a nice place to be. In addition to our health, we’ve also re-visited our budget and fine-tuned some things with future in mind. Those two very responsible actions along with a young family with two boys now, in addition to serving as a deacon at our church and now having been in practice in my profession for 8+ years, I guess I was an adult already: turning 30 just made it sound as such.
I don’t fear my adulthood, by the way. Mom says I’ve always been “a little adult”. I welcome responsibility and the ability to effect change in others lives as well as the world which surrounds me.
Anyway, happy (belated) birthday to myself. It was a great day and I look forward to a second chapter in my life…