Whenever you turn a new age, somebody is always bound to ask you what it feels like. Do you feel older, do you feel like a new person, do you feel the same. I don’t know why we ask each other this question. I don’t know what we’re expecting. How are we supposed to convey what it feels like to live in our body and mind another year to someone who feels, thinks, looks, acts different than us but thinks they know what we mean? Quite possibly, we’re hoping they’ll say that getting older doesn’t hurt as much as people make it seem.
I turned 30 last month, and I got this question a few times. I probably said something uninteresting like, I’m excited to finally join the club. Which I am. But after a little more reflection, here’s what I really meant: