It’s my birthday next week. I’ll be turning 29, and though I have a tiny bit of angst at how “late” in the “late 20s” I am now, I must admit I’m seriously looking forward to being in my 30s. I know I’m supposed to fear losing my youthful beauty (*snort*) and all that, but really I just think it will be cool. Lord knows I don’t really feel like a grownup yet, but I certainly have had the responsibilities and stresses of a grownup (and I’ve got the gray hairs to prove it). 29 seems a bit of a silly age if you’re *not* doing a terrified countdown to 30, but I always have rather liked the march-of-time aspect of birthdays. Who wants to be the same age forever? I have found overall that I enjoy being an adult waaaaay more than I enjoyed being a kid, so I like (so far) that the numbers keep ticking upward.
When I turned 25, my grandmother, who was 90 at the time (and lived to be a feisty 92), called me to wish me happy birthday and told me firmly, “25 is the best age.” I was delighted that she said that, because a) I figured she was an expert on ages by then, and b) it felt like a blessing on the whole year. And you know what? I really liked being 25. I don’t know yet if it was the “best” age, but it was a good one for me.
All this is to bring me to some fluff: how old are you? When’s your birthday? (Hey baby, what’s your sign?) Do you have a “favorite” age so far? And do you have any advice for a 29-year-old?