So right exactly this minute, I’ve turned 30. That’s a huge thing! I’m not one of those women who dread growing older and hesitate to even tell others how old she is. But 30 is a turning point. No longer can I get away with the excuse that I’m just a kid. Not that the 20’s are really like being a “kid”, but there certainly isn’t as much expected of you when you’re 25 or even 29 as when you’re 30.
When you hit 30, you’re expected to grow up. And my motto as a kid was: “I don’t want to grow up, I’m a Toys R Us kid.” So I guess have to start looking and acting more responsible now. What a bummer.
On the other hand, I’m glad I finally made it. 
Now I finally at least am as old as I feel most of the time. I’m looking forward to good times ahead.
