Thirty

Next June I'll be turning 30. I really don't mind aging. All along, my thought has been that if I have accomplished what I feel like I should have accomplished by a certain age, then I don't really care whether I'm a year older. But the other day I realized something about becoming 30.

Whenever someone is considered young to have accomplished something, they are pretty much always younger than 30. When there is some entrepreneur that made millions of dollars from some website, he/she is only 27. Some star athlete making ridiculous money is only 21. Michelangelo made Pieta, the statue of Mary holding a dead Jesus on her lap, before he was even 25 years old. But you never really hear someone say "And he is only 30 years old!". In fact, it seems the only thing where you'd say that is if someone died. "How tragic, he was only 30!". It is the year in which there is no mistaking it: you are an adult, and there is no turning back. I guess that leaves me about 9 months to do something truly remarkable, and to be considered young to have accomplished it.