I’m 30 going on 31 and only in the last couples did I accept the fact that I’m not young. I’d identify myself with the younger crowd. I never quite fit in with people my own age, so despite not quite fitting in now it just seemed normal. But I realized it wasn’t the same.
Despite not liking ‘N Sync when it was big (or the Backstreet Boys) I know who they were – even some of their names and songs. Now though, I couldn’t sing a line from a Taylor Swift song or give a name of a song or person from One Direction.
It’s amazing how seamlessly we age – go from baby to toddler to child to preteen to teenager to young adult/student to “adult” to middle aged to over the hill to senior citizen.
I never really had goals set for certain age, but I certainly believed I’d be self-sufficient years ago. I rarely think about age, but I did decide to take 30 as a wake up call to help me actually accomplish some goals. I’m starting to feel a little greatful for looking younger than I am so others don’t question so much of my failings.