Turning 30…
…is a terrible way to end one’s twenties!
Still, everyone who survives this long does it, so I guess I can take some consolation in the fact that turning 30 seems to be a vastly more popular choice than the alternative—which is, of course, not to live past 29.
I wish I had something more insightful to say on this occasion, but it is rather late and I have an urgent deadline to meet first thing in the morning, so I guess I’ll have to save the commentary for later. In that sense, being 30 (at least so far) is a lot like being an undergrad, just without the youthful vitality required to stay out drinking all night and still be able to pull off a passable bit of work the next morning.
Happy Birthday, young man! I love you so much! Mom
I actually like the 30’s (currently 31). I tend to think of the 30’s as a time to build on your strengths and actually start doing the things you dreamed of during your 20’s.
In my 20’s (actually in my late teens), I had a plan for becoming a millionaire by the age of 40. Something seems to have happened along the way, because I’m not a whole lot closer to that goal now than I was then.
Better get started pretty soon, I guess! I can see 40 on the horizon from where I stand now.
I’m surprised at you, Sako! I wouldn’t have figured you for such a materialist.
I’m surprised at you, Sako!
I’m sure there are many things about me that would surprise you, Zachary.
I wouldn’t have figured you for such a materialist.
It’s actually not a very materialistic goal. Have you ever read The Millionaire Next Door? It goes into great detail about how most millionaires lead very frugal lives.
In that sense, my goal isn’t all that different from someone who wants to run a marathon or learn a martial art. It stems from a desire to accomplish something that most people don’t. Becoming enviably wealthy in the process is just a side-effect.
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