When I was in my early 20s, 30 was the dreaded age. I’m sure there are a lot of reasons for this, least of which were the stories circulated such as Sex and the City and Bridget Jones’ Diary that suggest that after 30, you become too old to have any kind of romance. Of course, there could also be the factor that, by the time one turns 30, the expected individual responsibility increases dramatically.
When I was in my early 20s, my only goal by the time I reached 30 was to have my PhD. I don’t have a full doctorate yet, but I just started writing a dissertation, so close enough.
My body isn’t in the shape it was in 10 years ago, which really wasn’t all that good to begin with, only now my body constantly reminds me that it’s not immortal.
Either way, turning 30 isn’t so bad, at least today.