So I turned 30 on March 1st, 2024. Still hard to believe. 30 damn years on this planet… Feels like just a while ago when I used to get up on Saturday just to watch cartoons, later graduated from school, took a few sidesteps in my path and now? Boom, thirty.
I was actually anxious about turning 30, believe it or not. All those expectations that society has about someone in their 30s is weighing down on me a bit. I always hoped to live a successful and great life by now. But well… It’s never too late to change your ways once you realise you’ve been following a wrong path. My SOTD post goes a bit more in depth about this, but I digress.
My internship is fucking brutal to say the least - me and my classmate hoped for relaxed late shifts by Tuesday, but the first one was already hard and it only became worse. By now, half of the station I work at is sick with Influenza A. So I have to wear a lot of PPE on top of the already hard job at a neurological rehabilitation station. Quite a few colleagues there are sick too. For some reason, I still push through. I want to get through this. I survived working in pandemic conditions, so I know I can do this.
On another note, some young folks believe that every bit of fun ends when you’re turning 30 and that you’ll need to be super serious by then. But well, let me disappoint you: I still wear my skull shirts and jewelry, I still crack stupid and annoying jokes and laugh about weird and random stuff, I still don’t listen to freeform jazz or “Volksmusik” and I still don’t wear fancy suits if I don’t have to. If I could tell my 20 year old self something, it’d be: Life is what you make of it - follow your own path, don’t be afraid to fail, don’t be afraid to turn a complete 180° and develop in another direction. Don’t give a damn what others say behind your back about you, because it only matters that you are comfortable with yourself and the way you do things. Cherish those who really support you and be there for them as they will return the favour when you’re in need of help and support. That’s it.
I’m ready for my thirties and I hope it’ll be one of the best times of my life when I reflect on it someday.
you’re turning 30 and that you’ll need to be super serious by then. But well, let me disappoint you: I still wear my skull shirts and jewelry, I still crack stupid and annoying jokes and laugh about weird and random stuff
I’m far older than you, and IME such things don’t go away with age. Don’t know though whether that’s a good thing 😂
IMHO that’s a very good thing. When I was about 10, I always thought that being an adult means that you’re forced to live a boring, awkward life full of the same thing every day, over and over. But fuck that - it all depends on what you decide how you live your life.
On a side note, I didn’t expect someone with a username that references Cow & Chicken and has a 666 in it to be far older than me. 😂
So I turned 30 on March 1st, 2024. Still hard to believe. 30 damn years on this planet… Feels like just a while ago when I used to get up on Saturday just to watch cartoons, later graduated from school, took a few sidesteps in my path and now? Boom, thirty.
I was actually anxious about turning 30, believe it or not. All those expectations that society has about someone in their 30s is weighing down on me a bit. I always hoped to live a successful and great life by now. But well… It’s never too late to change your ways once you realise you’ve been following a wrong path. My SOTD post goes a bit more in depth about this, but I digress.
My internship is fucking brutal to say the least - me and my classmate hoped for relaxed late shifts by Tuesday, but the first one was already hard and it only became worse. By now, half of the station I work at is sick with Influenza A. So I have to wear a lot of PPE on top of the already hard job at a neurological rehabilitation station. Quite a few colleagues there are sick too. For some reason, I still push through. I want to get through this. I survived working in pandemic conditions, so I know I can do this.
On another note, some young folks believe that every bit of fun ends when you’re turning 30 and that you’ll need to be super serious by then. But well, let me disappoint you: I still wear my skull shirts and jewelry, I still crack stupid and annoying jokes and laugh about weird and random stuff, I still don’t listen to freeform jazz or “Volksmusik” and I still don’t wear fancy suits if I don’t have to. If I could tell my 20 year old self something, it’d be: Life is what you make of it - follow your own path, don’t be afraid to fail, don’t be afraid to turn a complete 180° and develop in another direction. Don’t give a damn what others say behind your back about you, because it only matters that you are comfortable with yourself and the way you do things. Cherish those who really support you and be there for them as they will return the favour when you’re in need of help and support. That’s it.
I’m ready for my thirties and I hope it’ll be one of the best times of my life when I reflect on it someday.
Happy birthday!
Thanks 😁
Happy birthday!
I’m far older than you, and IME such things don’t go away with age. Don’t know though whether that’s a good thing 😂
Thanks! 🥳
IMHO that’s a very good thing. When I was about 10, I always thought that being an adult means that you’re forced to live a boring, awkward life full of the same thing every day, over and over. But fuck that - it all depends on what you decide how you live your life.
On a side note, I didn’t expect someone with a username that references Cow & Chicken and has a 666 in it to be far older than me. 😂
Being a man of culture is not an issue of age 😂
Supercow al rescate!