My last morning in my 20s
These are photos from this morning, my last day in my 20s. I’ve been thinking about how turning 30 is a big deal for the same reason it’s not a big deal. Not a big deal because age is a construct of society and in many ways a state of mind–and yet a big deal for that same reason. We perceive ourselves differently based on such labels, even if we don’t think so. Already I’ve told myself I’m becoming older and more mature–waking up earlier (hence these photos), turning in earlier, feeling less upset if people don’t like me, a general mellowing out. In a way it is arbitrary, yes. If we thought of things in 11s and not 10s, it would be a big deal when someone hit their 11th year, or multiples of that. But 10s is what we care about, which is why this is the milestone year. And I’ll celebrate it the way I celebrate New Year’s. Time is a human construct, yet time is the construct we define our lives around.
With that, a happy birthday to me and everyone else born on April 5, alive and deceased, including Colin Powell, the late Gregory Peck, Pharrell, Paula Cole, the late Booker T. Washington, the late Bette Davis, the late Spencer Tracy, the very late Thomas Hobbes, Juicy J, Judge Greg Mathis!