This Writing Life
Writer and psychologist.
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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. 😉
I have shoes that are 30 🙂 Happy Birthday!
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 🙂
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…
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?
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.
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!
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 😉
Thanks, Minx. I’m actually from Cornwall myself — do you know the village of Sticker?
Thanks, Maxine. I’ve checked out Susan’s blog — great piccie! I guess we can all be decrepit oldies together.
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.
Happy Birthday, youngster. I’m old enough to be your dad… so if you need one just let me know. ;-D
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.
Only just, Tom! Thanks for your wishes.
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!
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.Fabulous!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.Enjoy.
Thanks, Caroline. The adventure continues… 🙂 Pretending is a great life skill, too.
Belated felicitations, Ian. I’ve got a bit of time yet before needing to worry about being over the hill. 😉
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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