Usually when you see a title with a bunch of numbers like that, it’s for one of those weight loss gimmicks. LOSE 30 POUNDS IN 10 DAYS! NO DIETING OR EXERCISE REQUIRED! JUST SIT ON YOUR BUTT ALL DAY AND EAT CHEETOS. CLICK ON THIS LINK TO FIND OUT HOW! You know the ones I’m talking aboot, right?
That’s not what this is though. Sorry. Been there done that. The only way to lose weight is to move more than you currently do and eat cardboard.
No. The 30 in 10 I’m referring to in my title is that I’m going to be turning THIRTY YEARS OLD in 10 STINKIN’ DAYS. I just figured that using a a catchy yet misleading title would get people to read this post.
I’m really excited though. I’ve been waiting to turn thirty for a long time. Not thirty years exactly, but long enough. I used to wish that I could just swing past my 20s, because my 20s were like the growing pain years, you know? I’ve never seen 30 as old. 30 is still young, but like sophisticated and totally together young. My skin is not as clear and smooth as it was 5 years ago, but it might also be because I eat a lot more sugar now (cardboard is sugar-free!).
I remember during the first few weeks of my Master’s program, I attended one of the Wednesday Lunches that the Divinity School holds each week. I sat at a table with a bunch of really friendly, slightly older PhD students. By virtue of being PhD Students, they were so cool. Somehow, we got onto the topic of when life would all come together. I was 26 at the time and they assured me that by the age of 28, everything would make sense. I’d have my own little studio apartment, I’d be on my way to getting my PhD, I would be so immersed in my research I wouldn’t have time to fret about still being single.
But yeah, it didn’t turn out that way. I turned 28. I decided that a PhD just wasn’t for me (at the time. I could pull a Dr. Jill Biden though, right? Then, can I get my Joe? :). I thought about doing chaplaincy since I had a Master’s degree in Religious Studies, but it just didn’t feel right. It was a noble endeavor, just not mine. I did find myself a husband though!
So then I told myself, “By the age of 30, I’ll have it all figured out!”
Well, I have about 10 days to figure life out. But even if it takes another 10 years, at least I’ll look like a sophisticated and dignified adult!