In the last few weeks I’ve attended quite a few 30th birthday parties. Not really surprising considering I will be 30 in less than 5 months. What did surprise me was how much of a big deal some people make for their 30ths. Hiring out pubs in the city, getting dressed up in formal attire, sit down dinners with name tags. Formal invitations and thank you cards. It’s like 21st birthday parties all over again… but with a strangely more grown up feel and now instead of the parents paying for it the birthday boy/girl has to.
It came as quite a shock to me that I would have to think hard about what I was going to wear to a 30th, maybe even buy a new outfit. And then there are presents. What on earth do you get someone turning 30? Well I can tell you what some people get – pressure cookers… Huh? When did we all get so grown up that we give each other home wares? Did I miss the memo?
I guess I didn’t think that people would want to celebrate turning 30 with such enthusiasm. I certainly don’t. Turning 30 scares the crap out of me. When I was in my teens I use to look to 30 as a milestone birthday. I thought that by the time I turned 30 I would have my shit sorted and my life in order. Instead I’m single with no love interests on the horizon, I feel like I’m drifting through my career with no real direction, I live at home, and have constant thoughts of quitting my job and going travelling for 6 months or maybe even a year. I don’t think I am quite grown up enough yet to turn 30. Luckily I still have 5 months to grow up a bit.
