It's another glorious day, and all I can think about is the fact that I will soon be entering into my fourth decade. I've never understood people who freaked out when approaching 30, and I still don't give it too much significance, but it's strange sometimes to realize just how long that time span is. I don't think there are many other species on this planet that live that long - elephants, parrots, and apes are the only ones that come to mind.

What is getting to me now is that it also makes me think about being an adult. Certain events, like not having to tell my mom where I'm going, getting an apartment, opening a checking account, getting a real job, graduating with a masters degree ... all these things tell me I'm an adult, but I've never really thought of myself as a grown-up, because deep down I still feel like I'm 16 years old. Facing 30 is just another event that tells me I'm an adult, even though the rest of me has a hard time believing it.

I'm not one of those people who believe that certain milestones have to be passed by some arbitrary age. Since I'm not looking for marriage and I'm not going to have children, there goes two main reasons why I think a lot of people attach more significance to 30 than it deserves.

It's not a big deal, and I'll be over it by lunchtime (which is in about half an hour). It's just something I thought about when I woke up and looked out the window this morning.

And by the way, I'm turning 29 next month, not 30.