I found an old notebook today in which I penned a paragraph that predated my arrival into my "Dirty Thirties":
At the age of sixteen we are given the ability to drive, to operate heavy machinery. Two years later, at eighteen, we can die for our country or vote or even be convicted of adult crimes like Murder and Tax Evasion. At twenty-one we can drink.
But as thirty looms before me and I enter another age box on most surveys, I'm in a time of my life when my eggs are numbered, my career is settled and my love for all things Harry Potter is readily apparent I find that I am --- scared shitless.
Note: a year later I was pregnant, jobless, and scared even MORE shitless. Hahahah!