Thus far, I love being thirty.
The only regret I have, if you can call it a regret since I have little to do with it, is that I thought I’d be taller at this age. Since I’m only 5’2″ now, you can imagine that I was quite a small child; therefore everyone loomed above me, and I think I began to equate tall with older, mature, wise.
So you see, I thought I’d be taller by now, as befits my age, maturity and wisdom. Of course, part of my birthday celebrations involved cramming oreos into my mouth and giggling until 2am, so perhaps I am the right height, after all.