My thoughts on turning 30 – good and bad.
This week I celebrated my 30th birthday. I’d been in two minds about it, but I’m now decided it’s fairly cool.
First of all, it’s a nice round number, and if there’s one thing us OCD maths fans appreciate, it’s a good round number.
But apart from that, I had a weird memory of something the other day.
The year was…well, okay, let’s not get into that. But I was at college one time, listening to a Media Studies lecture, when I got to a weird thought.
In 2015, I’ll be 30 years old. But that’s absolutely miles away, why am I even thinking about it?
Well, it happened, and I don’t know why but I still remember myself thinking that thought and dismissing it. True enough, it really was that long ago, and even the year itself seemed all distant and practically science fiction. You know why they named the comic 2000AD when it was created in 1977? Because they didn’t think the comic would still be around by then, and it was some fantastical year that nobody dared dream about.
Just like that, I didn’t dare imagine where I’d be in the year 2015, when I would turn 30. In college I’d made a pretty decent music video for a project with my friends (think Jackass meets garage band performance…no, actually in a garage, the song was punk) and harboured some sort of thought that that was what I could do with my life. (I recently uncovered the video, and after getting ripped off at Max Spielmann’s, was able to get it converted to DVD. It definitely holds up.)
As it turns out, I’m still rather undecided what I really want to do with my life. It somehow involves the written word, though, and it’s partly through blogging that I’ve realised this. For once though I’m just glad that things have opened up for me, when for the longest time it’s just been about surviving the day.
30 is supposed to be some massive milestone isn’t it; time to stop dicking about and settle down, basically. But I don’t see why getting a year older should be the slap in the face you think it should. If you wanna heed it as a warning, that’s cool, but don’t let it stop you living your life, if that’s the live you wanna live.
(I should put that on a coaster or a t-shirt or something.)
There are a lot of things I’m thankful for this week as I start a new era in my life, and one of them is the fact that it’s a new era; I’ve got to say, the majority of my twenties was pretty bloody bleak, and it just so happens that I’m arriving out of that particularly dark tunnel just in time to start my thirties.
I’m actually excited about the future, and it’s been a long time since I’ve felt that way. Between now and February 2025 I aim to absolutely destroy.
That particular destruction begins tomorrow with many drinks with many friends. If you see me at the bar, mine’s a pint of John Smiths. Here’s to thirty.