Turning 30

Almost three decades.

Hardly the first time this happens to anyone in the world. Countless of people have passed through the threshold. Some faced it like a scared cat lost in the woods. Some, like a stallion charging to the sunset.

Question is, how will I?

I've been thinking about my thirtieth naming day since I was 24—my age when I stopped counting the years. That time, anyone anywhere near their third decade was ancient. Their age, and their lives, not worth a single thought as those were mere happenstance in a very very far future.

Now, I'm there. Almost, at least. And unlike the cat, I know I'm not lost. But unlike the stallion, I couldn't quite gallop away.

I'm almost 30. I'm a lawyer. I have no love life for the last year, or so. I'm a government employee, and I have had several jobs already.

What sense is there to this kind of life? To my life? I'm afraid. I'm excited. I'm anxious. I'm relieved. I don't know what to think and I don't know what to do.

I'm turning 30 for crying out loud!