I'm Not That Old...YetTurning 30 still hasn't sunk in yet, I don't think. Really, I'm pretty sure I'm saying that because no one has actually asked me how old I am since my birthday. Once I have to start telling people how that I'm 30 it might actually sink in.
But, remember a while back when I said that I still felt like I was closer in age to someone in college (or right out of college) than a 30 year old? That still holds true. I just have trouble admitting that I'm a full fledged adult, in spite of all the signs pointing that direction (a house, a husband, 2 cars, a dog, a career, savings, a 401K, etc. etc.).
Mayble I'll hold off freaking out until someone tells me I "look good for my age." Maybe I'll get lucky and won't freak out at all. I mean, I've always thought turning any age througout my life sounded too old for me, basically since college, and I've made it this far without any big life crisis, so I can probably make it a bit further until I have to start having doctors and medicine uphold my appearance (on that note, I guess I'm lucky that I've never had that baby-faced look since I don't have to worry about losing that).
Sorry for the mindless ramblings...turning 30 will do that. I would like to say, though, that when I got on the elevator this morning, an older man called me chief, so maybe I'm not that old afterall. Oh, and I got carded in Vegas. There's still hope (or perhaps they were both being nice).