30 something

So the count down continues to the big 3 0. Three months and I will have passed my twenties and moved on to bigger and better....numbers. I've tried to see why it's such a big deal to move on to another digit....especially 30, but other than you're not a twenty something anymore, I haven't found much. I know a woman that shut herself in the bathroom for the whole day on her 30th birthday. She sat in the tub, ran hot water everytime the water turned cold, drank wine, cried and pruned....for the whole day. WHY? What purpose did that serve? It's not like she skipped it and will forever be 29. It still came, it happened, she's 30 something now and she's fine. I'm not going to react that way. There is though, and I can't help it, a certain amount of anxiety and sense of urgency to accomplish the world looming over me. I am trying to decipher if this is just because society makes such a big deal about it and it's rubbed off on me, or if it's real and I need to accomplish something before February. What would/could I accomplish in 3 months? Clearly since I have no idea of where to start with all of my accomplishing duties, it's probably not going to happen, but...WHY DO I HAVE ANXIETY ABOUT 30?!?!

Maybe I could focus on paying off certain bills. Maybe I could go skydiving (haha, yeah right). Maybe I should plan to just get drunk and party like a rock star the day of my birthday. Maybe I should treat it like New Year's and make resolutions. Isn't there a country song about doing that? Why can't I just enjoy turning 30 and celebrate leaving my horrid 20's behind? Maybe it's because I don't want to relive the hell that was my early 20's. This is ridiculous. So anyway....I turn 30 in three months. I have no idea how that happened.