When I was younger, I used to love watching that show called "thirtysomething". I don't know what it was that drew my then twenty-something-year-old self to it but all I know was that being thirtysomething seemed really nice for some reason. Maybe it was misleading how everyone was settled down, had family, kids, a house, divorced, flings on the side and the fact that they were all impeccably made up and perfectly coiffed on camera didn't hurt either. Sure, they were older but then again, they seemed cool and hip to be more mature than myself at that time. How I longed to see myself as a thirtysomething.

So today, I turn 32. gah.

And I wonder how many twentysomethings or younger out there think that being a thirtysomething is something to look forward to when they meet me, read me or know me. I wonder what kind of impact, I, as a thirtysomething have on the younger generation? Yes, I do indeed wonder.

Am I wiser now? Perhaps more respected? Or maybe a tad bit better understood? Who knows. And who really cares. All I know is that there is no cookie cutter pattern for any age group and especially NOT for the thirtysomethings in this day and age. At my age though, I'm expected to be settled, situated, rooted down into the terra firma of life but hell, I'm still floating around like one of those astronauts in outer space attached to some imaginary umbilical cord of the unknown.

Regardless of where I'm not, who I'm not and what I'm not as a thirtysomething, at least I still look and feel twentysomething. And that's better than anything else I think.

Thanks to everyone who's sent me email, ecards, e-certs, snail mail cards, and amazon goodies within this past week and today. You guys all made my day by remembering and caring.

I'm out.