The Big 30

Today, alarm­ingly enough, I entered my fourth dec­ade. This means I’ll need to get rid of ‘young writer’ from the descrip­tion of this blog. But what will I replace it with? Thirtysomething? I hate that word. Besides, I’m not thirtyso­mething, dam­mit, I’m thirty — big dif­fer­ence.

I think I need to eat anoth­er piece of birth­day cake.

Author: Ian Hocking

Writer and psychologist.

19 thoughts on “The Big 30”

  1. I’m not far behind you. I’ll turn 30 next July.

    Older folks will always tell you that you’re still very young, per­haps they for­get? It’s not that thirty is old, because it isn’t (pre­his­tor­ic stand­ards aside) — it’s the psy­cho­logy of it. Thirty is a kind of sym­bol­ic remind­er that youth is gone. Just as 5 fol­lows 4, and 4 fol­lows 3… it’s the fact we can count that makes 30 a scary num­ber.

    On the bright side, I’m look­ing for­ward to my thirties as the sweet spot of youth vs. knowledge/experience. Still agile, still flex­ible, yet with the wis­dom gained from the stu­pid­ity of my teens and twen­ties. 😉

  2. happy happy birth­day ian. i did the 30 thing earli­er this year but am still in deni­al. my stepchil­dren have been trained to tell strangers I’m only 28 🙂

  3. Eric, you whip­per­snap­per. Just wait till you hit thirty: your back will go, you’ll start to dribble and you’ll start going to bed early with a cup of Horlicks. You’ll have no energy for this nov­el-in-a-month busi­ness. Good point about the stu­pid­ity of one’s twenties…though I have a feel­ing that I’ll be say­ing the same about my thirties when I’m forty…

  4. Sand storm — and they’ve seen a lot of action, accord­ing the ‘five things’ entry on your blog. What’ll they see in the next 30, I won­der?

  5. I haven’t got any chil­dren to train, Sian, but I’m so scruffy-look­in’ that I expect most people will be sur­prised I’m only thirty. In fact, I remem­ber one time — back when I was under­gradu­ate — that someone with a clip­board stopped me in the street ask­ing if I was inter­ested in insur­ance for the over-35s. She was sweet little old lady, but I almost took her clip­board and jumped on it. I hope I won’t look double my age if I make it to sev­enty.

  6. Don’t worry, you’ll soon be 40 and life is way cool up here!

    Exeter? Just a stone’s throw then. Howdy from Cornwall!

  7. Happy birth­day, Ian, from one of your totally decrep­it read­ers (150 and rising).

    Love Susan’s candles for you, by the way. And don’t go ask­ing her how old she is either 😉

  8. Thanks, Maxine. I’ve checked out Susan’s blog — great piccie! I guess we can all be decrep­it oldies togeth­er.

  9. Hey Happy Birthday Ian. Guess what, you have the same birth­day as my son Luke, who was 7 today. He was very pleased with his gold­fish. Hope you had a good one.

  10. Happy Birthday, young­ster. I’m old enough to be your dad… so if you need one just let me know. ;-D

  11. Thanks, Roger. I hope your son enjoyed his birth­day too. My big present starts today, when I go up to London to hear Stephen King read­ing. No doubt I’ll post some­thing about it on the blog in due course. Of course, what I REALLY wanted was a gold­fish. Never mind.

  12. I know Sticker very well Ian, near St Austell and neigh­bour­ing the fant­ast­ic­ally named Hewas Water!

    My sis­ter lives in Kingsteignton and I am ori­gin­ally from Torquay but now reside at the pointy end!

  13. Happy Birthday.
    May all your days be happy ones.
    It’s a very grown up kind of age — don’t you think?
    I am enjoy­ing being 32.
    I pre­tend to be mature and people listen to what I’m say­ing.
    Oh and I’ve learned to nod at the right times and pre­tend that I am listen­ing!
    So you see — it is one big adven­ture.

  14. Thanks, Caroline. The adven­ture con­tin­ues… 🙂 Pretending is a great life skill, too.

  15. Belated feli­cit­a­tions, Ian. I’ve got a bit of time yet before need­ing to worry about being over the hill. 😉

  16. Neil, it’s only a mat­ter of time until the bells of a thir­ti­eth birth­day party toll for thee…(evil laugh)

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