3-0

Today's my birthday, and I leave behind the ranks of the twenty-somethings to join those old geezers that are 30. I'm still not quite sure the mind has grasped that. I'm trying to get a handle on the fact that I've been around 30 years. That 1/3 of my life is gone by (assuming I hit 90). That I'm no longer a "young adult" but an actual adult.

That's the thing, I guess. I think I'd be more accepting of this milestone, more likely to shrug it off, if I felt like I should be 30. But I don't think I've necessarily hit the full maturity level a thirty-year-old should have. I mean, I don't want clothes and lawn gadgets for my birthday, I want books and DVDs and Star Wars toys. How the heck could I be 30?

You're probably thinking, "You have a job, a wife, a son. Didn't you kinda notice the age thing getting to you?" And that's a valid point. I'm glad that I'm at the point of my life that I am. I wouldn't trade Benjamin for anything, and I'm still quite happily married. Even that, though, doesn't seem to break through this wall of denial that I've constructed in my mind.

I know most of you that have passed this milestone (some of you well past, depending on who's reading this) are probably laughing, saying "30 is still pretty darn young. Just wait until you hit X." I know this is a little self-absorbent as well, but I've never had a birthday (not even 20 or 21, I don't think) that I've really focused on the age. Usually it's "just another day", but it hasn't quite been that today. I'm sure I'll get used to it soon, but it seems very foreign to me right now.

It was a good day on the whole, though. Didn't go to work, which meant some loafing around the house. The wife got me Law and Order, Season 1 on DVD, the book Moneyball, and a Cardinals shirt. Got to watch some of L&O as well, which made the afternoon go by. Met with Blake at the church to go over some things for our committment cards, which are going to go out in October. As I said about the weekend meeting, it's great to have a pastor with all these ideas and a plan for what he wants to do.

Anyway, that's about it. Tomorrow, the grind picks back up. And I'll still be 30.