While searching for “scary things about turning 50” — on the Internet, not around the house or in my soul — I came upon a long blog post on “Wifely Steps” about turning 30. Maybe it’s because of the new VH-1 show I mentioned recently called “I Hate my 30s,” I’ve become fascinated with the subject. For me, turning 30 coincided with the birth of my older daughter, a most amazing event that did help me feel as if I was leaving a large part of my extended childhood behind. Here’s a bit of Wifely take:
Perhaps in one’s 20s, one is allowed to be a bit clueless when it comes to these things. We’re still trying to learn the ropes after all. But when you’re in your 30s, there’s no excuse. You have to start shaping up so that in your 40s, you can retire early and have permission to be crazy again.
I like that part about being crazy again. Maybe I’ll start soon.