signs of growing up
I survived! The first day of being thirty, and I neither feel particularly older, nor did I spontaneously develop wrinkles over night.
Yes, I did check quite closely in the mirror this morning. Why are you grinning like that?
I dreaded this threshold for a long time, but now I’m past it, it seems that neither wrinkles, nor growing up, happen over night. It’s easy to check for wrinkles, it’s a bit harder to check for signs of growing up, but I’ll be going with these for the moment:
- you don’t get joy out of the fact that you managed to go over the speed limit, as verified by a digital “speed-awareness” sign, on your bike
- you don’t sing along to your music while in the middle of town
- you don’t admit to the insurance guy that you have no idea what he’s asking you about on the phone because you’ve just never had to think about it/never were interested in it/never could be bothered – and even if you do, you feel guilty about it
I think I’m good.
Unless you know any other “you’ve grown up” signs? If you do, please let me know. I need to make sure nothing is sneaking up on me.