Staring Down the Barrel of Time
Posted on 29 November 2009
Two weeks from today I will be 30. THIRTY. How do you say ‘Life Crisis’?
I remember being 18 and thinking that people who were 30 are mature, smart, and have it together. According to the 18-year-old Donloree I am smart, sassy, and sophisticated. At least I’m keeping up appearances!
In my 18-year-old and highly idealistic state, I remember thinking by the time I was 30 I would:
• be a brain surgeon;
• have traveled most of the world;
• created a life saving solution for people dying in Africa; and
• become independently wealthy.
Ummm…I haven’t done any of those things, and don’t think I will accomplish any of them in the next two weeks…unless I win the lottery, purchase some degrees on the black market, and broker an international solution to end poverty and hunger all while living on a plane for the next two weeks.
So if you don’t hear from me over the next two weeks, it’s because I am busy brokering international deals while in flight over the South Pacific.
Anyone else out there struggling with turning the big 3-0?
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I’m past the big 30, I’m 32. For me, the crisis came when I was 29. My husband turned 30 that year. Suddenly I felt old. How could I possibly be married to a guy in his 30s???? By the time I adjusted to that, 30 didn’t seem such a big deal. It does hit me sometimes. I’m pretty much the same person, except my hair is getting greyer and there are these wrinkles around my eyes that apparently get noticed by the people who I wish would flatter me by carding me (but they never do now). I have a couple of friends in their earlier 20s that I know from college these past couple of years. I like hanging out with them, but sometimes it hits me that I’m really out of place – and maybe shouldn’t be so silly sometimes and act my age and I worry that maybe other people think I don’t belong. That lasts for about 30 seconds and then I tell that thought to get lost and I go on having fun.
I just love you…I’ll be 30 on April 30, so for my whole life I have thought this would be my best year! I’m pretty sure it will be, too.
Here’s what I think the secret is: you work on seeing yourself the way others see you; smart, sassy, sophisticated, thoughtful, creative, beautiful, hilarious…the list goes on and on. It’s not that you look to others to define you, it’s that we’re so much harder on ourselves than the people who love us are. If you could see yourself through their eyes, oh man…that would for sure change your world!!!! You would know you’re exaclty where you should be
~B
It will totally be a fabulous year, you are right. I will try on someone else’s glasses and see what they see! To heck with being a brain surgeon, I shall just be me. What better thing can anyone be than themselves, right?! Thanks!
hummmm nice blog mrs hoffman hehehe well that’s an easy one, you are now what you wanted to be, a big part of life is about choices, you made them and there you are…
since if you really wanted to be a brain surgeon or traveled the world or save africa or be wealthy, you would have chosen those paths, you just didn’t, you choose something else, stuff doesn’t get into your lap and even if it does, and you win the lottery, there is no way of knowing if you would make those choices and again it would be new choices.
don’t get me wrong, i personally think its a good thing, if you made a diferent choice you probably wouldnt have met your hubby and you would be a diferent person, your choices made you who you are now, and that’s always a good thing, hehehehe ^_^ .oO( besides the life expectancy in ancient rome, and that wasn’t that long ago, was between 25 and 30, you are not even 30 in a 80+ life expectancy, jezzz you have 2 more life’s to go throughhh hehehe )
Exactly! I wouldn’t have gotten fabulous postcards in a language I couldn’t read one summer from a man named Hugo either.
I can’t wait for the next two lifetimes; they are going to be fabulous!