Alrighty almighty my mind's been a turnin and I've been a churnin out some more reasons why this impending storm cloud of my third decade does indeed have a silver lining. I am not to be dissuaded from my goal. The next 10 reasons I come up will put that extra spring in my jig I'm sure.
30 is the new 20. So following that logic I won't be turning 30 for another decade.
I hate the number 9.
I can now more effectively measure moments in my life in terms of decades.
I still have 2 years left in which to quit smoking (a prerequisite, I've checked) and harvest my unused eggs to find some measure of financial solvency.
According to a news report I once saw, if you quit smoking at the age of 30 it reverses all the negative health effects. If you however quit by the age of 35 it cuts the negative health effects in half. I'm a gambling gal and so I like those odds. My motto has always been a 1/2 of something is better than nothing at all.
Hearing someone is turning 30 gives the illusion of said person also acquiring some small measure of maturity and stability in life.
There's still plenty of time to formulate a plan for world domination.
Barring world domination, there's still plenty of time to figure out a way to get voted off of this damn island
There's still a slim chance"Chinese Democracy"will be released in my lifetime.
And there's no point in freaking out about turning 30, because baby I'm planning one hell of a spectacular mid life crisis.
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