Rereading previous post, I realized that the bit about my birthday can be misread that I was shy and nervous about the raw thirtyness of it, as opposed to the celebratory aspect. It's been the latter -- I don't like planning parties, and was dreading this one for that reason alone. (Pleasant thoughts now of my 28th, a grand thing sprung upon me by dear friends. I still have the green monkeys, dangling down from the ceiling hook in my living room, and I tell visitors the tale of that party, and the Zendo cake, etc.) While I may have the same sort of low-level obsession about age and aging as anyone over 21, I've actually been over this particular number for a while, thinking of myself as ~30 years old since, ah, my 29th birthday, at least.
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