Today I turned 30.
I have to say that I did a terrible job preparing myself for this day.
All of my life the age of 30 has been a vague, blurry destination far, far off in the distance. I don' t think that I ever actually believed that I would someday be 30. This mythical birthday, draped in malformed ideas about wisdom and maturity, resided in my mind in the neighborhood of the peppermint forest and gumdrop mountain.
Today I find myself standing firmly on the not-so imaginary birthday feeling not-so wise and not-so mature.