Sunday, April 13th marks the 29th birthday of my dear niece, Jennifer. I was there when she was born, saw her when she was only minutes old, took care of her while I was in grad school, and have had a "psychic connection" with her all her life - or she has with me! When she was a baby and little girl I sewed for her all the time - smocked nightgowns, clothes, dolls. But that was a long time ago now. And my plan to be "Aunt Emily" to Jennifer, Kristie and Kimberly went by the wayside.
Jennifer is concerned about turning 29.
I remember that my 28th and 29th birthdays were the worst for me - I was more focused on what I hadn't done that I thought I should have, not on all the accomplishments and achievements until then. I saw 30 as a real watershed. In retrospect, this was silly and in the ensuing - gosh 25 years!!!!!! (almost twice as long as the age I was approaching) - I've found that all things come when you are ready. When I actually turned 30, I had a wonderful time. When I turned 40, I didn't want to - so we spent 10 days in London so I didn't have [a strange theory about the time difference meaning I really hadn't been born if I was there] - and 50, well for the first time ever, I thought "I wonder when I'm going to die?"!
What about the rest of you? Was turning 30 the worst time of your life? Or did other ages inpact you more?
