Q: “How did you feel when you turned 30? Do most people feel a certain way at 30?”
For me, that was a long time ago ...
I remember being in my twenties and hearing the collective chant by the hippies and my peers not to trust anyone over 30. Those people were “The Establishment” and Ooooo, that sounded evil to me. But it also sounded like something out of Orwell’s “1984” with Big Brother watching everything.
How was it supposed to happen? Would I get a notification by mail as to all the secrets of being 30? Would I get a costume, a uniform, or by some other means be mentally transformed by a quiet (((poof))) into a 30 year-old new member of “The Establishment” and thus, I would be feared, too?
Then life happened ...
By the time I was on the final approach and circling the landing zone of my 30th birthday, I was married with three children 2, 4, and 6 and the big Three Zero just wasn’t anything I even thought about anymore.
I know at that point, I still didn’t know what “The Establishment” was and if I did happen to be a part of it because I turned 30, Oh Well, Shit. So Be It.
When I finally turned 30, it was no different than any other age I had experienced up to then, except I had my three little girls and I loved them dearly.
The group chanting was long forgotten. I found 30 enjoyable 97% of the time and the other 3% … (nothing and no one is perfect). The other 3% … well, that was something a good broom could sweep under the rug and no one would be the wiser.
There is no age anyone should worry about. “Que sera sera, whatever will be will be.” We all experience life in our own way according to the Universe. There will be bad days and there will be good days —that’s the way it is for everyone.
There are lessons to learn and others to teach with every path we choose in life. But to waste any time worrying about things we have no control over will only put worry lines in our forehead … and who needs those?
Not me …
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Thirty was uneventful except for a haircut I didn't like. For me 35 was a big year. I was married and went mountain and jungle trekking in Northern Thailand. When we returned to the U.S. I started having very high, cyclical fevers. The first couple lineups of doctors would not listen to my travel history. Instead they tested me for brain cancer, liver cancer, etc., and botched a spinal tap for which they claimed I consented. I was stoned on fever and opioid, so I couldn't have given an informed consent. So I advise against hesitancy at 30. They're out to get you at any age.
I was fine at this point . Playing in a band , having my two kids . Nothing had really changed , except no longer was drinking . great article C.J. .Hugs and peace