The big 3 0

I have been very reflective this summer. In my mind, I've always thought that 30 was so old! You have finished college, started maybe finished completing your family, and live in the grown up world. But did you accomplish everything you could have or wanted to? I think for the most part, I have done everything I would like to have with perhaps a few detours along the way, but frankly isn't that what life is about dealing with the detours that life throws at us?

I couldn't be more happy with my adorable little kiddos and my thoughtful husband. We're very happy with where we are living and where we are employed. What more could you ask for right?

I guess if anything, it has made me really stop and evaluate what is truly important to me, and what I want for my life in the "next 30 years." So here is me and all my 30 year old glory, and the cute plate I made last week at pottery, glad we got together just in time!

I saw this on the internet and thought it mostly described my thoughts very well. Enjoy!

Did any of you suffer a midlife crisis when you turned 30? Was turning 30 a big deal for you?

I think my issue has more to do with how aging is phrased. Think about this:

Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we're kids? If you're less than 10 years old, you're so excited about aging that you think in fractions.

"How old are you?" "I'm four and a half!" You're never thirty-six and a half. You're four and a half, going on five! That's the key.

You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead. "How old are you?" "I'm gonna be 16!" You could be 13, but hey, you're gonna be 16!

And then the greatest day of your life . . . you become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony . . . YOU BECOME 21. YESSSSSSS!!!!!!

But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk. He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There's no fun now, you're just a sour-dumpling. What's wrong? What's changed?

You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you're PUSHING 40. Whoa! Put on the brakes, it's all slipping away. Before you know it, you REACH 50 . . .. and your dreams are gone.

But wait!!! You MAKE it to 60. You didn't think you would! So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE it to 60.

You've built up so much speed that you HIT 70! After that it's a day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday! You get into your 80s and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30; you REACH bedtime. And it doesn't end there. Into the 90s, you start going backwards; "I Was JUST 92."

Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again. "I'm 100 and a half!"

So maybe I am just overreacting. There is no real reason for me to go out cut my hair, dye it red, get lasik eye surgery because I hate wearing glasses to drive, get breast implants to undo the effects of gravity and 4 children, and start dressing like my 12 year old. But it is currently my thought process.

How did you survive your midlife crisis? Or if you haven't had one yet what do you think of people who have one?