Thirty is Here
I can't believe another decade of my life is almost over. Come Friday, I will officially be in my thirties. I know that doesn't actually mean a lot. It's not like some magical fairy is going to come down and magically make me old, but it does make me feel a little sad to see my twenties leave.
I remember being 19 in the Tercero dorms, lamenting the end of my teenage years and horrified by the thought of entering my twenties. How ridiculous that feels now. My life hadn't even begun. I didn't know anything outside the world of education.
If my teens were the years of unconcerned fun, my twenties were when I found myself. I explored my identity and my desires in my twenties. Fully came out in my twenties. Traveled the world in my twenties. Wrote and enjoyed music, art, food, everything for the first time. It sounds incredibly corny because it is corny, but I feel like your twenties are the perfect time for you to be corny. Everyone still thinks your young and yet you're old enough to support yourself.
Now I'll be thirty, and all I hear are criticisms about how people "better get their life together, they're almost thirty!" As if pursuing your passions is something only younger people can do. It's time to wake up. Submit myself to what life is instead of what I want it to be. I'm not young anymore, and I'm only getting older.
It's ridiculous, right? Because age is only a number. And yet I can feel my vitality already slipping away from me. My body won't feel especially older on April 1st, but my mind, inevitably, will.