Or is it? It's hard to believe that in 16 short days I'll be leaving my 20s behind forever. That's right, folks. I'm turning the big 3-0 this month. My husband was kind enough to remind me of that glorious fact last night as he stated that he was going to contact our Allstate agent to inquire about lowering our rate since I'll be over 30. Over 30. That just sounds so.... old.
I know, I know. Age is relative. People who are reading this that are in their 40s, 50s, and beyond are probably like, "Whatever. Get over yourself. 30 is so not old." But each time we begin a new decade in our lifespan is significant. 20 sounds carefree, young, hip. (I am not any of those things, but we are talking about image here people...) 30 sounds mature, responsible, settled. (words that probably describe me better.) Looking at it that way shows that I'm ready. I mean, I'm a mom of 3, have owned 3 houses, have things like cornstarch, paprika, and thyme in my pantry so I'm definitely ready to become a 30-something.
And its a good thing I've got a great man who's always on the lookout for all of those Old Lady Discounts I'm now eligible for.