Tomorrow I turn 30.
When you turn 30, sometimes it feels like you are crossing a threshold.
At other times, it feels like a destination that’s just another on the way to a richer, fuller life.
30, some people will tell you, is the turn in your life when you finally realize what lies ahead.
Others will graciously disagree and say it’s just another number in a series of many unusual and meaningless ones that drive our lives.
Some will tell you that by now you ought to find your place in the world.
Sometimes 30 also feels like the time to sit down and take a proper inventory of your life, or also probably the time to do a very deep assessment of your own self.
Well, what is 30 really about?
Ask me next year.
Come back, and ask me next year.
Prompted by Cake.