It’s funny how time changes your perspective. When I was a kid, I remember thinking that people in their 30s were old and outdated. I mean 30-year-olds were people who enjoyed knitting and snacking on frozen yogurt and diet cokes and embarrassing their offspring at ball games and such. But then time happened and I found myself on the other end of life’s cruel joke.
Just recently, my church co-hosted a weekend retreat for teens in our area. My husband is a youth minister which really helps with keeping us feeling young—that is, until this particular weekend. A few of the adults were in charge of leading the junior high girls for the duration of the retreat. During the sessions over the weekend, we had all been sitting on bleachers, just like the ones you would find at a ball game. Without a second thought, one of the leaders I was working with commented on how uncomfortable the bleachers were. She said (and I quote), “My back hurts from those bleachers. I feel so OLD like I’m 30 or something.”
Checks mirror for wrinkles.
Cue the irony, my friends. This day was inevitable. How did my young, whippersnapper self think I could bypass the reprehensible results of my thoughtless words?! If you need me, I’ll just be over here drowning my sorrows in my tub of frozen yogurt. I could carry on a pity party of sorts, falling to the floor with fists in the air, but I’ve decided not to waste my time on such trivialities. I am, after all, a “mature” adult now. So I am going to instead share what I think makes thirty the best age yet despite what all the “young people” think.
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