Monday, December 3, 2007
30 is the new "Colorado"
I didn't sleep last night. My dog was stirring and visions of snow-capped Rockies danced in my head.
Tomorrow I will curse the 6:30 a.m. departure flight out of LGA that requires a 2 a.m. wake-up call. Tomorrow I will celebrate my arrival in a place where I have never been, a journey I have never taken. Tomorrow I will be in Colorado. Denver, Colorado. It's my gift to C. for turning 30 and my gift to myself for having to tell people, "Chris is 30 now."
Wow. Chris will be 30 tomorrow.
People handle 30 differently. Some dread it. Some salute it. Chris is taking a Switzerland approach.
I want to tell him, don't be so calm. Don't you realize, it's time to be that man. Time to, time to, time to! But who am I to say that 30 isn't more than just a number. It is, indeed, just a three followed by a zero.
I know this, but I still can't sleep.
30 is as strange a place to me as Colorado. It has its own peaks to climb and slopes to slide down. I consider us Lois and Clark on an epic adventure that will either create or erase our history as partners. I can only put on my ski pants and hope not to fall on my arse.
Posted by sarah at 4:21 PM