Thirties: Part 1
I've never been one to dread birthdays. Turning a year older just meant, I turned a year older. A few years ago, when I hit 31, I became the cliche. I noticed my body began to change and it was no longer "easy" to lose those extra pounds. Suddenly, having nachos for dinner, three nights in a row, wasn't a good idea. Recently, a student of mine wrote about the moment she realized her luck in life had run out. I was immediately drawn to the piece because of the place I'm at in my own life. In my mid-thirties, my perspectives, goals and realities have changed in a way I didn't expect. My twenties, although there were moments of distress, sadness or frustration, were seemingly smooth. I earned two master's degrees, moved to a different state, found work easily and moved along the days. I spent time with good friends, ate good food, drank good beer and rarely worried about my future health or my future in general. Things would work out, th