I don’t usually ponder birthdays, and 29 doesn’t really seem the age to fuss about. 30…now there’s a milestone. People take you seriously at 30. You can introduce yourself at network events as a professional in your thirties.
But here I am on 29…on the brink.
And that’s how I imagine 29 is going to feel.
When I reflect on my life, I always feel proud and fulfilled. I’m constantly using the phrases “at my age” and “by my age”, because I know I’ve been given many experiences and opportunities not typical to my age range. Perhaps they are things most people don’t think of as momentous – getting a graduate degree, studying abroad, living in four states, getting married, helping build a nonprofit – but to me, I feel like I’ve achieved a lot.
Despite these achievements and milestones, I often feel my age – not in my bones, but in my juvenile actions. When will I have the wisdom? How many experiences do I need to gain the insight others demand of me?
When will I finally feel older?
Something tells me 29 is it. There’s been a lot of changes in year 28 and I think it’s all starting to sink in. 29 is the year I grow up =)