A group at work threw a 30th birthday party for one of our co-workers today. I put in a quick appearance and left a card signed by our department, but didn’t stick around for the festivities.
I started thinking later that I have enormously mixed feelings about "milestone" birthdays. I remember my 21st very fondly – we went to Magic Mountain to celebrate, and it was just a wonderful day. I still remember how much we enjoyed "Spillikin Corners" (which no longer exists).
I was in the midst of a major career change when I turned 30, and all I remember is I was 29 when I had my first interview and 30 when I had my second at the company I ended up at.
My 40th birthday passed without notice because my life and future had shattered around me, and I was busy trying to hang on to some teeny semblance of sanity amidst it all. If anyone tried to make it special for me, I apologize for not remembering!
So, I guess I’ll have to figure out something special to do for my 50th (ages from now!), so maybe I can stop being so conflicted about milestone birthdays....
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