The edge of thirty

In light of the punny post title, here's a video (although not her best or most dramatic work, but it's a damn catchy song): 

...and back to our regular scheduled program. 

Tomorrow I turn 30.  I'm not as freaked out as I thought I would be.  I'm right in the middle of trying to complete the first draft of my thesis by September 14 (16 days, but actually only 11 working days because of prior commitments).  I'm more freaked about the thesis than the aging, mostly because I'm only about 70% complete on the writing account, but still have to format and paginate the stupid thing...and that'll likely eat up an easy 2 days. 

Thesis aside, I took the last drive home on the farm to "think about turning 30", mostly because my Grandpa died from cancer at 64.  Although I'm not planning on having that happen to me, we can't plan that sort of stuff and I've hit nearly middle-age....sorta. 

There's a song by Tim McGraw: "My Next 30 Years" (Yeah, it's a slide show, but you can browse the web while you listen...):

I thought a little about the lyrics, and that kind of sums up how I want to spend my next 30, with the experience of the previous 30 behind me. 

I'm not going to read too deeply into the song though (clouded thesis brain). Maybe I'll just enjoy it for the sake of enjoying it, then reflecting when the world slows down again and I've had a feel for 30 for a couple weeks.  Maybe it'll hit me then.  Maybe not. 

Hopefully it's all coasting or downhill from here.