Counting today, I have exactly 5 days left in my 30s. Not that I think that much about it, but I don't know that I'm especially sad to see that decade rapidly approaching the rearview mirror. It's a little odd to think of my life broken into 10-year chunks and to ask whether one was better than another, but I suppose that if I had to guess, I'd say that I generally preferred my 20s, for reasons that are more private than I choose to blog about.
If I were that type of person, I'd say that starting a new decade gives me a chance at a fresh start, but I think that's a little illusory. I'm working on some changes, some big, some small, but they take time and effort and require me to overcome the occasional backslide into habit and convenience.
So it's better for me not to think of the birthday as any kind of real milestone. Don't blame me if I say the opposite tomorrow, though.
That's all.
So far I like 40. The 30s were good too. I actually started liking them more the later into them I got. I feel like I don't have to prove anything anymore and so what if everything didn't work out exactly the way I thought it would when I was 22. Hell, at that age, I thought I was going to be a poet. Life's been an adventure and 40 is a good age to look back and still have a lot to look forward to.
I highly recommend a large party (or at least drinks with friends). I drank martinis and champagne until the wee hours. Perfect way to celebrate!
In Taiwan, we can get free health check-ups once every three years after turning 40. Just got mine today. So I guess there are some advantages. (Then again, I feel like I need check-ups more now than when I was in my 30s...)
Hey Collin,
Happy belated. Seems like not so long ago that you were bummed about turning 30. And that wasn't too bad, no? There are advantages to aging. Like telling people they are idiots and not worrying about getting fired. When I want to avoid unpleasantness, I clutch my chest and fake a heart attack.
Nancy
Happy Belated. Welcome to the Club.