Do I Feel 30??

If you're close to me then you know that I'm very excited about my 30th birthday coming around the corner this October 17, 2010. I'm usually dancing around at the notion of it. Anxious about the big 3-day bash celebrating it. Or just running through the streets of Columbia, SC screaming "WOOOO HOOOO!!". However, i ve been receiving mixed feelings about this milestone birthday. Not that, in some cases, I give two halves of a whole fuck about opinions but its interesting to hear all of the different views on what 30 is supposed to feel like.

To some, I'm supposed to be ashamed of my age and do all that I can to keep a vice grip on my youth. To some I should be as excited as a shot of Patrón will get me. And to some I shouldn't be affected at all. Its just another year. What I don't like is the automatic negativity that accompanies the reveal of my age. I've heard things from "that's okay, you can just say you're 25" to "oh...I'm sorry". I didn't pass away dammit! Quite the opposite! I'm so happy that I even made it this far with the loving husband, children and personal achievements that I've got that anything less than excitement for this day doesn't give me the right to even see a birthday. As a matter of fact, I can't wait to become 80 years old. I've got plans for being the most friendly asshole ever! I want the neighborhood children to come up to my property and say amongst the new kid on the block "You see this house? This house is the Campbell House. Be careful with this one. Old Mrs. Campbell will say good morning, bake cookies, get your ball out of her yard and give it to you and she has the best holiday candy! But if you're doing something you're not supposed to, she'll bring out her paintball gun and camoflague and wait for you in the bushes then shoot you in the back and tell your parents that she did it!"

Yep, I'm elated to see another year of growth, experiences and life. I dfon't plan on defining my attitude as a 30-year-old persona or anything close. Do I feel 30? No. I feel like me.