30 year post

I've been waiting to be 30 for about a decade. In fact, when I started working at Cineplex at 18, I gained a friend (who is nearly exactly 10 years older than me) that identified 1971 as the proper year of my birth. I've always been a rule follower which, in our society, equates to being old. Or at least I dreaded the possibility of getting caught breaking the rules. For instance, I was always "look out" in high school when we drank in a van down by the river or when we'd play "whose pee will run farthest down the hill" - gross I know, teenagers are seriously disgusting. Anyway, here I am. 30. I have to say, when I woke up this morning and remembered it was my birthday, I let out a little sigh of disappointment. Life keeps happening whether you're looking or not and at some point I won't have anymore birthdays to sigh about. I'm ok with that, but determined to make this decade go more slowly than the last. The last 10 years or so are a blur of good and bad relationships, new and old friendships, school, mortgages, new jobs, new province, old province becoming new again, pets, people being born, people dying, people getting sick, people getting better, hope, loss, really f#%king depressing times and super awesome over the moon times and pretty much everything in between. Geez, I think I need an amaretto and ginger...

I'll close out my 30 year post with this: someone said that being 30 gives you street cred - I can't remember who. I hope that driving 40km per hour in the winter comprises street cred, because that's where I'm at.