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Are you there, 30? It’s me, Jessica.
I used to be afraid of you, but with less than 3 weeks till your arrival, I’m actually wishing you’d hurry up and get here already. After all, if 30 is the new 20, then this is the decade I’ll meet the love of my life, find my dream job, and really come into my own. Or something good like that.
It’s not that my 20’s have been less than ideal, but if you would have asked me when I was turning 20 what I would have hoped to have accomplished by the time I’m 30, I’d say I’m five years behind. Not exactly where I want to be, but not horrible either.
We’ve all heard it a million times: things happen later in life now. The average age at which you marry is no longer 22 (however, since it is around 26 now, I guess I’m not average either). It’s rare to find yourself successful and independent before you’re 30 (and I’m definitely not talking to you, Mr. Mark ‘Facebook’ Zuckerberg). And unless you grew up in a Midwest town or are a celebrity, kids certainly are entering the world later. So with all that said, how come turning 30 was still scaring the crap out of me?
Easy. No matter how young 30 is today, what scares me most is thinking that if I tried my best to make my dreams happen in my 20’s, but failed to make them materialize, then how do I know it will be different in my 30’s? THAT, you see, is what keeps me up at night (and straight into the live broadcast of MSNBC’s “Morning Joe.”)
So for a while, I was dreading the day 3-0 hit, like I had only a certain number of days to get the book deal, find an incredible boyfriend, and get a steady paycheck. Plus, for someone who still felt like a kid, there was this weird thing about being 30. Was my metabolism not going to work as fast? Would I have to spend more time lifting weights because it would be harder to build muscle? (God I hope not. It takes me enough effort just to get to the damn gym.) Would I have to stop reading make-up and style tips for your 20s and now upgrade to the 30s section? I mean, if I still look like I’m in my 20s, does it still apply?
Basically, if there were super powers to be handed out in life, I wanted the one that would freeze time. It’s kind of like when you’re little and playing a game of tag. I would run my kishka’s out as long as I could, and then the minute I was about to be tagged, I would scream ‘NOOOOOOOOOO!!!’ (I mean really, did I honestly expect that to do anything?) And if it had, well then I probably would have felt like I was cheating the tag-you’re-it system.
So, here comes 30. I can scream all I want to, but then what good would that do? I’d probably be dead. And I’d much rather grow old into my 80s and 90s than stay idle forever at 29.
On that note, I reasoned with myself several ways to look forward to turning 30. Here they are in no particular order:
1) What if I write my first book by 31, get married by 32 and finally feel right on track? Then I’d wish I could say to my 29-year-old self, “stop freaking out already! You’ll get there, and at the young age of 32, you’ll be like, ‘why did I ever think I was so far behind?’”
2) If Jennifer Aniston can look as hot and smokin’ at the age of 40, then by golly, I’m so not old yet.
3) It took my 20’s to build self-confidence, look my best, and truly grow as a person. Those are pretty big things, so I’d say I’ve got a hell of a foundation already.
4) I know it sounds like a catch-22, but as scared as I was about turning 30, I’m less scared too. People don’t intimidate me as much, and if anything, I’ve learned most people are idiots. (Even the ones we think we look up to). So stop giving them so much credit and give it back to yourself.
5) The ol’ 25-29 and 30-34 age box! Not so much anymore! I used to be annoyed when boxes started indicating you were 25-34 because then I couldn’t let consumer services know I was still in my 20’s. Well, not anymore! In fact, I’ll take it!
6) The passage of time. Just like giving time time helps you get over a break-up, giving time time gets you that much closer to where you want to be. I can hear it now: “I’m coming!!!!!”
7) Finally, I will still always be a week younger than Rudy Huxtable (rather, Keshia Knight Pulliam, I should say). And if nothing else, I figure we’re in a recession, so what the hell, I’ll just cut back on my age too.
