In one month and a day, I will turn 30 years old. I always laughed at people around me when they turned thirty, it really seemed to freak them out. Not me I'm not going to be like that, what's the big deal. Now that the Big Birthday is coming on quickly, I feel well not so much freaked, but well, old! 30 is my aunt Polly. 30 is settled and kids. 30 is PTA president and soccer mom. 30 is capri pants and conservative hair. Wait a minute I've been all these things for awhile now, scary, I've waisted the last of my 20's being 30 without even knowing it. Where's the tattoo shop? Where's the low riding jeans (without the four baby belly hanging over the top)? So maybe now I'm a little freaked. Please tell me it's okay being 30, it's no different than 29. Your only as old as you seem. How old do I seem?