This week I hit the big 3-0.
It seems that many of my old school friends on Facebook already started freaking out about their two-digit number change last September. Personally, I'm feeling quite good about the 30 decade.
Thinking about it, I would happily choose 30 over the teen era. Bleugh to going to school and being surrounded by all that misunderstood, whiny, teen awkwardness. I would even happily exchange it for my twenties - at least the early portion of it. Way too much moving around, trying to find your feet, and not quite knowing where you are heading.
Yep, to me, 30 is being a bit more wiser, a bit more stable and a bit more sophisticated. 30 is drinking red wine instead of bottles of alchopops and cheap, watered down pints from the union bar. 30 is fine dining instead of a kebab from the local chippie van (or is that 40?!). Maybe it is even the point at which I start to look a little less like 15. Only time will tell.
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People. We are self-obsessed and frustrating. But let's face it, the world would be a pretty boring place without us. So what can a thirty-something tell you about the world? Probably not a lot. But I can share with you the lessons I am learning every day about people's mastery and stupidity... but mostly stupidity. This is the world according to Imelda.
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- Imelda
- I was born in the South East of England, in a town where people go to retire, play bingo and sell cattle. I then escaped to the North, well actually the Midlands (but anything north of London was considered north back then), before settling in the Home Counties for a few years. I now live on the West Coast of North America where the slogan of our community is "Keep Portland Weird". Says it all really. I work in Marketing (lovingly referred to as the T-shirt department) where I try to promote products to engineers without them knowing.
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