Today, I am 30. There, I put it in print for all to see. And you know, I think I'm OK with it. It's taken a while to get here, but I'm here. Along the way, I've had many thoughts about where I've been, where I am now, where I thought I would be at 30, etc. Children have, of course, factored into that.
There's definitely been some moments in the last couple of weeks where I thought "Oh my God, I'm about to be a childless 30-year-old!" But, now I'm back to "OK, I'm a child-free 30-year-old. Now let's go out for drinks!" :-P
All in all, I think I'm pretty happy with where I am and what I accomplished in my 20s. I got a degree, traveled, got married, bought a house, got settled in a career (oh yeah, and got a crappy autoimmune disorder, but faced it head-on). I don't know what this next decade will bring, but I'm hopeful. I'm looking forward to more travels, more experiences with friends & family—more good stuff all around, I guess.
So - I think we ought to let go of the notion that turning 30 being some big life-changing event that you should worry about and dread. It seems to me, 30 might just be the age where we finally get our stuff together. Here's to the big 3-0!