Wow. 30. I was born on my first cousin, Kaye's, 20th birthday. Somewhere around age 10, I realized she was 30. 30? That seemed so old.
And now I'm 30.
I don't feel old. Matter of fact, I don't even feel grown. Don't feel like I've arrived, still got aways to go on my path. But I can see the destination. It's still on a hill, but I'm not looking from the bottom of the valley anymore. I can carve a clear path if I stay focused.
30.
I'm sitting in the subway on the way home from work as I type this. It's 11:28PM. It's occurred to me that I will turn 30 on the subway. That's okay. I don't remember where I was the moment I turned 25, much less 20. At 40, this would be a blip on my radar if I wasn't chronicling it here.
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