Turning Thirty

I turn thirty this week. Thirty years old. The big 3-0.
Age is a really weird thing, isn't it? I mean, it does stuff to us that not much else does, and yet aging is unavoidable (to an extent). Like my mother says, getting older is "better than the alternative", so why does it affect us the way it does?
There's a girl in my fiction writing class that, when asked to tell about herself, responded, "I'm thirty and I'm okay with it."
So funny! And in those few words, she really told us a lot!
In the movie, 13 going on 30, the teenage girl in the movie wants to be older and thinks "Thirty and Flirty and Thriving" is just the perfect age to be!
As I flew past my mid-twenties and starting being "Late" twenties, I began to act really crazy about my age. I would make people guess how old I was instead of just telling them. I would pretend to be younger. And that's really weird and wrong. I know that.
So, I'm turning 30 this week, and I'm going to embrace it. I'm letting everyone know: I'm turning 30. I'm a capable adult. I work hard, I have amazing friends and a loving family. I love God and God loves me. I am okay with where I am in this life. So I'm turning 30. I'm not going to lie about my age, or make people guess anymore. I'll let people know: I'm 30. And I'll relish the moments when they say "You don't look a day over 29!" or whatever people say.
And one day soon, when someone asks me to say something about myself, I'll be able to reply: "I'm thirty and I'm okay with it."