The Roaring Twenties

It's my last day in my twenties. Tomorrow, 30 cometh, but I'm actually looking forward to this new decade in my life. The twenties were great--full of late nights and eating what I wanted, my first romantic relationships, college graduation, and marrying my fabulous husband. So, I'll miss them a bit. But turning 30, to me, is an introduction to a new season of life that for some reason, I am feeling will be very positive and a lot of fun! I jokingly refer to the 30s as "MY DECADE OF POWER!" (Did you all hear my super-hero voice when you read that?) I am submitting my first novel, I work at a job that is quite fulfilling and promotes the goodwill of humanity, I have a great marriage, wonderful family and friends, and a happy, little apartment in the quiet, semi-country. Things look pretty positive from the deck of this ship.

As this is my last day of being 29, I am reminded of something funny that C.S. Lewis once wrote: "Thirty was so strange for me. I've really had to come to terms with the fact that I am now a walking and talking adult." I agree. In the twenties, you have a strange feeling of eternal youth and maybe even the idea that old age is so far away, you never have to think or worry about it. And of course, we live in a society that worships youth and beauty. If you see a wrinkle or gray hair, face cream and hair dye are must-buys. But we should appreciate our age, not matter the age. As you grow older, you should think of the years as gifts. We all know that the only way to stay young forever is to...die, basically. No amount of pills or surgery will keep you a lithe, young pup. I'm not going to drop names, but you know who the celebrities are who are so full of plastic and poison that instead of looking young, they look as if too wide a smile will split their faces right down the middle. Poor things. And they think it looks natural?
So, to end my rambling for the day, I will say that the thirties are welcome at my doorstep. And to ring them in, a little Sinatra on the speakers, a little cup of tea, a bit of dark chocolate, and maybe a dance step as I exit work and head home to my trusty computer and type out the next, great American novel.

'Til I Write Again,
Amber