Tomorrow I turn 30. I am not really dreading it as I imagined, not looking forward to it either. I think the only thing I do dread is responding to people inquiring my age. I am well aware that thirty is not old, or middle aged, or even a thing to really think about. It’s just that being in your 20’s sounds fun. Being in your thirties sounds like a terrific time to buy a home, or start a 401K, neither of which this paycheck-to-paycheck girl thinks about.
I took a full three minutes to sit and think about my twenties tonight. I swear they were the longest decade as of yet. At twenty I was married, twnety-two I had The Max, twenty-three ‘left’, twenty-four was divorced, twenty-five I moved halfway across the country to start a business. At twenty-eight sold said business and started school.
In my twenties I lived twelve homes in five area codes in two states. I changed my mind four times of what I wanted to pursue as a career. I think that’s what is meant to happen. In your twenties things change fast and insanely. In your thirties is maybe when things settle a bit. I hope they do. A schedule of sorts sounds nice.
Anyhow, I am thirty. It’s gonna be awesome. If you are bored on Friday come to Billy’s Tavern in St. Paul and give me a dollar for the jukebox, I fully plan on taking it over. The address is 857 Grand Ave. I’m not even kidding, you had better be there.