In a few days I will be turning 29. As usual, having an autumn birthday makes me the last of my friends to reach a milestone. Most of my friends have posted on Facebook their woes of turning 29, how sad they are that this is their last year in their 20s. Some are embracing it and some are distraught.
I think for some people, turning 29 makes them reflect on their lives. Are they in the career of their dreams? Have they found their soul mates? Do they have enough children? As if turning 30 means you will be stuck in a job you never wanted, you won't be married, and you can never have children. I do not think 30 means what we think it means anymore. 30 is like the new 20. Reaching 30 means your life has just begun. All the drudgery of your 20s is over, you can get your dream job, settle down, and start your family.
For me, being 29 means nothing. Turning 30 next year means I am just a year older. I don't work full time, so I am not worried about my career. I still have a few years until I even consider a part time job. I am married to the best guy out there (just being a little biased of course!). And then I have my beautiful children, and know that I will not be adding on to the clan.
In fact, now that I think about it... what do I have going for the rest of my life? I seemed to have done it all by 29. Well, not quite. I am looking forward to the year 2014 when my younger child begins school full time and I can pursue new hobbies or a career with my acquired free time. I can say easily that I will be looking forward to that milestone! But for the next few years, I'll just keep going along my merry way, filling my days with preschool pickup/drop off, stroller exercise classes, cooking, and playdates.