What's all the hype about?

Blog post I started writing a couple of days ago... :

My metro pass buzzed this morning at the tourniquet.

Normally, this little thing doesn't make me look twice. It's simply a reminder that the end of the month is only a few days away and I should remember to recharge money into it.

But this morning, that buzz meant something else to me. It reminded me that I have 2 days left before I forever stop being a "twenty something".

Am I having a hard time accepting the fact that I turn 30 in a few days? I don't think so. I don't really see in what way my life will drastically change that would merit me worrying about it. I pretty much see and know where I'll be in the coming months.

And it can't be the number that bothers me either, as I was kindly reminded a few nights ago by Hubby, who in response to my whining about becoming a trentenaire simply snorted "didn't you know that that 30 is the new 20?" (I wonder how long he's been secretly reading Cosmo?).

So maybe it's peer pressure. Everyone makes such a big deal about crossing from one decade to another that I guess I'm expecting to see or feel fireworks.... except they aint commin'.....

I just don't feel different. I don't even feel the need to feel different. At first I'd thought that I would want to do something out of the ordinary to mark the occasion... that is why I signed up to run The Parisienne this year (which by the way, I am making good on my promise.. rendez-vous September 13th!!)...

But now I'm thinking... what tha heck? 30 is just another number, right?


... fast forward to tonight, as I sit here, 2 minutes till midnight and the end of "my twenties"...

So this is it... tomorrow (well, technically tonight minus 2 minutes) I'll cross the threshold and enter my third decade. I wish I felt something that made this instant seem all the more solemn than what it currently feels like: just another friday night with the exception that I should be going to bed since I have to be up in 4 hours for our flight to New York (and, as usual, still haven't packed), instead of staying up wikypeding "Queen Mary of Scots" out of sheer curiosity.

Today was a memorable day. My boss decided he wanted to organize a surprise (though technically not really a surprise, seeing as how I have access to all his emails) pot for my 30th. At noon, he marched into my office and summoned me out onto the open space where all my colleagues were waiting with champagne and tarte de chcolate. I hadn't expected so many people to show up, which made my heart swell but at the same time made it all the more awkward since I really have a hard time being in center stage. Furthermore, today was unfortunately the day I had to go and discover that I suck at speaking in public. My boss gave a really nice heartfelt speech about how in all our years working together (almost 5!) he has yet to see me once loose my temper and about how he was really happy about me changing jobs but at the same time sad to think that I will no longer be his P.A., etc, etc. I swear, at one point I was dangerously close to tears. And when he was finished, all I could mutter was an incredibly lame "thanks" and hide my beet colored face behind my hands in an Oscar-worthy performance of Bashful the Dwarf.

I swear, sometimes I'm amazed I've reached the age of 30!



So I guess my conclusion is : I didn't feel different about turning 30 two days ago when my metro pass buzzed, and I don't feel different about turning 30 two minutes shy from finally turn....


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oh........




..... wait a second.





I'm thirty already.





Crap.





Fned.