With Age Comes Wisdom

With Age Comes Wisdom

With age comes wisdom.  So I've heard, anyway.  I don't think I'm old enough to know from personal experience just yet.  But I did just turn 30 yesterday.  I've got a coworker who's two days older than me.  He turned 30 on Sunday.  When I saw him on Monday, I asked him, "So tell me, how does 30 feel???"  He didn't exactly have an answer for me. 

When I talked to my younger sister on the phone yesterday afternoon, she asked me, "So are you depressed?"  "No...Why on earth would I be?"  "Because you're thirty."  Well, thank you so much for your concern, dear sister, but no; I'm 30--not dead.

However, I thought I might just go ahead and make an effort to describe--for those of you like my younger sister or my former self from two days ago--who haven't experienced it yet, what 30 feels like.

For me, thirty felt an awful lot like waking up at 5:00 in the morning, in order to spend a few minutes on the elliptical before having to go to work. 

It felt like having to clean out the drain in your tub--and the tub itself--because you've got so much hair that it easily gets clogged and doesn't want to drain properly. 

It felt like a busy enough day at work that you take a short lunch and still don't get everything on your desk done that you'd like to by the end of the day.

It felt like getting home from work in the evening, washing the dishes, and cleaning the kitchen.

It felt like spending a couple of hours working on homework assignments for your online grad school 5-week summer course, to be turned in.  And then spending another couple of hours taking an online test for your grad school 5-week summer course

It felt like taking a few minutes from your busy schedule, before you go to bed, to read through a few chapters of the book of Job, because, although it's a book you may have read before, you've decided over the past few months that perhaps you're not as familiar with it as you should be.

None of those, in my opinion,...