I feel like I’ve been transitioning from young woman into womanhood for a very long time. Now as I approach 30, with the last few years behind me, I feel like growing pains are behind me. It’s just nice to feel happy.
—Scarlett Johansson on what it’s like to hit thirty. Note: Scarlett Johansson is not yet thirty, nor will she be turning thirty this year. She actually just turned twenty-eight a few weeks ago, but hey. Who’s counting?
Someone, however, who will be turning thirty soon? Yours truly. Yup! 2013 is the big year—on June 13th of the new year, I’ll be thirty years old. No one asks *me* how I feel about entering my third decade as a human being, so I’m going to take the liberty and do it myself: I’m f-cking stoked! Thirty years! That’s some serious cause for celebration, you know? I never really understood the stigma attached to aging, and especially aging and women, but despite the fact that I roll my eyes pretty much whenever Scarlett Johansson opens her mouth, I have to agree with her about age—it is nice to feel happy, and it’s nice to just not worry about silly, petty shit that I might have otherwise gotten hung up on when I was turning twenty, or twenty-two, or even twenty-four. No, to be honest, when Scarlett Johansson opened her mouth this go ’round, I actually smiled—because I totally know what she means.
Get it, girl.
I found 30 to be more difficult than 40 (I’m 45.) Somehow, when you turn thirty, you can no longer delude yourself that you are some young kid. What the difference was in my brain between 28 or 29 and 30 (considering it was only one or two years), I’m not sure. Maybe it was some sort of denial I was in. For me, 40 was just a continuation of thirty in a lot of ways, and I had gotten used to it by then. 45 has been difficult for me just because I know I’m very close to 50 and 50 sounds awful to me. But anyway, it’s very individual. It all has to do with your attitude and what you have observed of the aging experiences of family members and other people you have known. My mother said she was perfectly fine until she hit 60. In her mind, 60 was really old.
when you’re 30, you are entering your fourth decade (0-10, 10-20, 20-30 – thats three decades behind you)
Hey, I never said I could count.
you don’t have to, i’m 28 myself and thinking about this, i just realised it’s almost end of my third decade
When I turned 30 I locked myself in the bathroom and cried. Seems so silly now but it was like I was finally having to let go of my youth :~(
Me too, turning 30 on August 28th. I’m still not sure if I’m excited or depressed.
Be excited…. Bitches be hot with a little aging!!