So I'm 30

Yeah, it happened.


I've finally hit the next big milestone after, 19, 21, 25, 29......30.

I don't feel 30.

I certainly don't act 30....whatever that means......


I feel pretty young still inside, I think that's a good thing.  Though I suppose I don't look that young on the outside anymore.  (Though lots of people have been telling me I look 25-27, so thank you, thank you.)

I got two cards from Elizabeth and her mom, Judy, both which were kind of....I don't know, hit on that nerve I have been dealing with for the past two weeks.  Elizabeth said something interesting, that I should look at those cards (that depressed me with their 'now you're old and milestone, etc.' and 'think of all the things worse than being 30' which made me feel even more depressed, since I think about how much I would like the world to be a better place all the time.) as providing me with perspective.

What does that mean, exactly....perspective?

I have been reading a lot lately about perspective and it has been helping me deal with things that aren't going perfectly in my life at the moment, whether at work, socially, or with my family.  And it has required a lot of this word, a lot of perspective.  Nothing is final, no matter how bad things seem, it's not always the end of everything.  But sometimes when you're in the middle of something, it does feel like the end.  Almost everything seems to bring your world crashing down.  And the fewer supports you have, the less 'perspective' that tends to be available.  Everything is a crisis.

I would like to believe that with age....I will gain some perspective.  The good kind.