Can't wait to be 30!

This October 28, I turned 28 and the countdown to my milestone 3 and 0 has just begun. I have two years to live it up girls. And then, I will have to stop masquerading as a girl.

This October 28, I turned 28 and the countdown to my milestone 3 and 0 has just begun.

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I have two years to live it up girls.

And then, I will have to stop masquerading as a girl, for officially I will become a woman once and for all.

Soon I will start having grey hair, myopia and may be even wrinkles.

I am on the threshold of becoming a has been...(sob).

It's truly the fault of a friend who called to wish me on my birthday morning —"Girl you are turning 30 in two years’ time!" she said. And I died.

In fact, so rattled was I by the sudden encounter with reality that in a jolt I was hit by a midlife crisis.

In moments, I went into a tizzy.

And friends, I have been doing weird things since that minute.

Confession time:

That very night I danced five hours. In fact, I mixed bhangra steps and rock swings with such élan that I could have created a new fusion danceform on that disco floor (I drew attention for my acrobatic skills but no one knew I was testing my agililty...was I as good as 18?).

Next morning, I beat the hangover and the sagging month-end bank balance and went straight to get an expensive hairstyle. At the salon I made such illogical demands of the hairdresser that she suggested that I try the Sinead O’Connor look to solve my problem (don’t know why people are so short of sympathy these days).

Anyway.

I also quickly joined a gym, started reading three books at the same time, started painting (a hobby I had lost touch with) aggressively, started looking up for all kinds of scholarships for which the deadline is age 30...made telephone calls to kindergarten friends…framed my college and university pictures...told my mum what a great mum she has been all these years...cried over memories of childhood sweethearts...and then...

I gave up.

And took a deep breath.

Hang on girl I told myself.

What are you upto? Look at the sunny side. There might be a lot to lose…but what about all that you have learnt through your torturous twenties?

The self-counselling helped.

So what have I got to gain?

Let me see.

May be in the next ten years, I will finally know what to do with the following twenty years of my life.

I will become sassy with a glint-in-the-eye and I-know-what’s-on-your-mind look. I will hopefully, like a shrewd mind reader, be able to differentiate between pretence and 'honest' honest intention.

I will know whether I have a novelist in me (if I finally get to pen that novel that lurks in my mind) or whether I am just a dreamer. And if I really and finally pen and publish anything in that decade…I will qualify as a 30 something author.

I would at least be better travelled than I was during my 20s. Bad relationships would be a thing of past. I would hopefully learn a foreign language. Will learn how to bake a good cake.

And I would finally find my spiritual centre!

And will have settled down.

Not bad isn’t it?

Whole of November, I tortured myself.

But hey what the heck?

I will enjoy the 20s while it lasts.

Frankly girls — can’t wait to be 30!

See how people are handling turning '30':

http://www.watchmeturn30.com/
http://www.handbag.com/relationships/yourlife/turning30/
http://www.rzero.com/diffangle/30.html