Ticking Time Bomb

Turning 30. It is like a ticking time bomb. For the past 15 years you have been riding the excuse of being young and carefree. All of the sudden you turn 29, enter your 30th year of life, and society starts to have other plans for you. When are you going to have a baby? What do you want to do with your career? Why are you still going out to bars? Why are you not going out as much as you used to? 

I remember my parents in their 30s. I remember watching my mother get ready for a big night out. Standing in the hallway in my pajamas, as she leaned over the bathroom sink and applied her mascara. I remember thinking that I had “the prettiest mommy in the world”. Suddenly I am in arms reach of the age she was then. Would we have been friends? I do not know.    

Nick and I got married a year and a half ago. We had quite the whirlwind romance. Bottles of wine at night, jetting off on the weekends at a moments notice, $300 dinners on Saturday nights. Lately, our talks increasingly center around the falling real estate market, career paths and (drumroll please) having a baby.

Now I know that age is just a number, but the age of 30 represents much more than a date on a calendar. It represents a coming of age. A time when you inevitably start taking life a little more seriously. A time when responsibility creeps in and infringes on your former ways of life. Yes, turning 30 is like a ticking time bomb. 

Tick tock, tick tock.

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One Response to “Ticking Time Bomb”

  1. mother Says:
    July 6, 2008 at 1:49 pm | Reply

    hello-
    this blog would be a good place to display your pictures
    love
    mom

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