The first one of my immediate friends turned 30 this past week. I joked in his card that I was using him as a test case of what turning 30 does to you, before it happens to me in January. It wasn't that funny a joke I guess, but filled space in the card.
We've managed to still be in touch since we left school, navigating the seas of busyness, the steps on the career ladder, relocation to different parts of the country and differing world views.
13 years on, and it sees like suddenly, we are all becoming adults. The news coming through about other friends we have not seen is about who is having babies, who owns houses, who has a high paying job, who has broken up, who has got married. The suggestions made weren't about going to a nightclub, but about having a house party where conversations could be held without shouting, and not wasting the food that had been prepared earlier.
For so long, we've lived as though the future is something that will come later, and we have plenty of time to settle on a career, to do something significant with our lives. Very few of us are living out the aspirations that we held about our future life in 1995, and this has led me to panic slightly about my life.
I have so many good things, but have no clear path out before me that I can see, a job that requires me to work odd shifts and even dreams about my ideal job and clouded by the worldly concerns about how we could afford for me to change direction and pick up a new career.
For the first time, I'm excited about being 30, not daunted by it. I'm looking forward to growing up and maybe answering some of the questions about what comes next for me and what I can use my life for to be of benefit to others.
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