Approaching 30
Be Happy
The dreaded thirties…the age in which your life suddenly changes from a carefree young-adult world to the mature adult universe. But, does it really? I feel no different now at 28 then I did when I was 20. I still feel ‘young’ when I am talking to my older co-workers. I still feel awkward walking into a crowd of people I do not really know. I still get the nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach when I think about home-ownership, marriage and children. With every accomplishment I had in my twenties I felt more pressure to come up with the next milestone achievement. I was always looking for the next barrier to jump over, move around and plow through.
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I wonder if my parents feel the same way in their fifties. My mom always talks about not feeling (or looking) as old as “some other people her age”. I do not view my parents as “old”, but they are approaching ‘old’ right? Maybe not — when is old? My parents are both still working, paying for their mortgage, and have two children (young-adult-children) at home. Do they feel the same pressures as I do — or rather, feel the same pressures for me? When will your daughter get married? When will your daughter give you grandbabies? All their friends’ children are having little ones — my mom has many times told me she “can’t wait”…but I can. I want to.
This year in particular has been a stressful year. Not so much from any outside source — but just internally. Is it this internal pressure that makes people dread the big 3–0? Is it the feeling that you have not accomplished all the things you are “meant” to accomplish? Well to that I say, who has determined what a person is and is not supposed to accomplish by an age. Why can’t I just be happy and be happy about it?
More to come…
