A friend of mine wrote a post that really struck a chord in me. Simply because, it completely mirrored how I felt last year.
I remembered being really excited and feeling really grown up when I turned 21. For me, it felt as though my whole world had changed. But actually, it didn't quite. There was still so much that I had to learn and my world really changed only when I stepped out into the corporate world.
Then turning 25 was again a different milestone. I was no longer in my 'early twenties' but in my mid twenties now. I felt slightly more matured now that I had clocked in a few years of working experience but yet at the same time, really small being in the real big world.
It hit me. At 27. I could no longer say that I was in my mid-twenties. I was no longer a young adult even but a woman. When you are in your mid-twenties, people term you as 'young'. When you hit the late twenties, people's expectations of you changes. You are expected to set good examples, to be a leader, to achieve goals and dreams, to get married and have kids. Suddenly, everything becomes really pressurizing. And you are sort of in your quarter life crisis.
Last year, I went into several panic attacks. It was the realization that I was officially stepping out of my twenties and moving into a new age bracket. I couldn't accept it. I was financially sound and independant. I made many more decisions without needing to consult my parents - I still do because I think they are the wisest people in the world that I can trust. But you know, it was the fact that I was going to be 30 that was a huge slap in my face.
I didn't want any elaborate celebrations. In fact, I didn't even want to celebrate turning 30 because I didn't want to be reminded of it. But B.T kept telling me that it was not the end of the world. My closest guy friend, D, told me that 30 was the new 21. But ultimately, I just felt that I was becoming old. And frankly, that scared the hell out of me.
I had many questions flooding my head, I got depressed thinking about it at times. Then the day finally came when I hit the big 3-0. It came and it went. And on the first day of being 30, it didn't feel different from any other day. TS told me, that when you turn 30, is when your life officially begins. You earn more compared to years back, you have a better spending power and you are in control of your life.
It's been half a year and for the most of it, I actually forget that I am already 30. Nothing has really changed. My lifestyle is still the same except that I get more boring as each day passes and don't really fancy partying unless it's a special occasion and a good weekend to me is quiet time spent with loved ones. I have to thank my parents for giving me good genes because I have been told that I look younger than I really am so that helps. Also, I discovered that age is just a number and you can be young at heart and live your life good and well.
So today, I celebrate being 30 and actually, it has been the best of my life. I am healthy, fitter and leaner than I have ever been and in a really happy place right now with my personal relationship and with family and friends. I feel really at peace right now and it's really not such a big deal after all.
And I end this post with a link to a brillant article (thanks to J who posted it), Turning 30 by Andy Rooney