Turning 30
They say turning 30 is a watershed moment in a person’s life, ushering with it a greater sense of confidence and clarity. But for me…at least right now…I have no clue where to begin. After all…it’s not every day you phase into a new decade. Granted, I can appreciate the hearty buzz of a “ happy new year ”, the cordial texts from family members, not to mention the amusing Facebook comments from “friends” you’d least expect. But this year…I can’t help but feel clouded, caught amid a ‘ spectacular now’ and the rocky roads far past…yet faintly visible in the rear-view mirror. * Sigh * I suppose what I’m trying to say is: I’m not ready to be 30 . I don’t feel it, don’t look it, and quite frankly, want nothing to do with it. Not to sound cliché or anything; I get why people audit their value 1 when they approach meaningful age markers. I guess it’s just…though there’s much to look forward to and much to be thankful for…I just don’t know how to process my 20’...