Inevitable slide into decrepitude

It isn't all that long until my next birthday. While that affords me the opportunity to consider purchasing myself a spanking new computer, I am also faced with reaching a significant decimal landmark.

In the scheme of things, thirty isn't too old. But as a land mark, it is the first one to be reached that actually makes you stop and think "hey, I'm getting old!". I wasn't overly excited at reaching twenty, but as a land mark it only brings on a realisation that you are in fact a fully fledged adult. I'm sure that reaching forty is actually not that bad, after all, you've already hit thirty and had a whole ten years to resign yourself to the whole age thing. Fifty... that might be depressing, but I'm going to put off thought on that one - I have time.

I supppose the traditional thing to do is look back on my life, and regret things. I actually don't think I have much in the way of regrets. I'm rather accepting of my life and where it is, and how I got here. I'm not dissapointed, and I intend to continue being happy. So.. roll on thirty, do your worst! I'm more than a match for you. Now, back to the thoughts on a new computer.