here comes thirty

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Right now, I’m sitting in a coffee shop in LA a couple blocks up from where my brother-in-law, James, (who happens to be one of my best friends) works. In an hour or so, he and I will go have lunch together. I’m looking forward to the time together with him.

That is not the kind of thing that I have an opportunity to say very often. Yesterday my wife picked me up from work as I was about to sit down and have lunch, and informed me that for my thirtieth birthday, she had conspired with my work and family to fly me out to LA to visit James and her sister (his wife) Rachel. I was blown away. I hadn’t been sure what we would do to celebrate, but in my wildest dreams I didn’t think I’d be getting to have this kind of fun!

James and I went and saw John Mulaney at the Orpheum theater in downtown LA, and it was a fantastic show. I think the weekend has a few more surprises in store, and I can’t wait to see what they might be.

Quite frankly, I haven’t been sure how I felt about turning thirty in a couple of days. It doesn’t have a lot to do with not wanting to get older, so much as it is that I still, regularly, don’t feel like…you know…an adult.

I’ve been married for five and a half years.
I have two kids.
I have a job where I make more than I’ve ever made (according to Dave Ramsey, I’m in my peak earning years so that’s nice).
I’ve got health care.
I’ve got a mortgage (and tenants in the house we don’t live in).
I’ve got rent on the apartment we do live in.
The other day I shopped my car insurance.

Sometimes though, I still find myself waiting around for someone to bring me the Official Adult Paperwork to fill out. Unfortunately, I don’t think that’s coming. As far as I can tell from watching folks around me and asking questions to those who have blazed this trail before me we’re all just figuring this out/making it up as we go.

Which is a giant load of horse crap. I was promised a nice happy life that makes sense and is easy to navigate, dang it! Where is that? Go to elementary school, middle school, high school, college, get a job, get married, start a family, retire, die. That’s the map I was sold again, and again over the years.

The problem with that map is that it was written years ago, and hasn’t been updated with any roadblocks or construction that is constantly going on, you feel me?

So here’s the point. I’m just figuring life out. I’m figuring out how to be a husband, and dad, and son, brother, friend, employee, citizen. All the things. I’m certainly just trying to figure out how to be a Christian. It’s confusing as hell. Trying to keep track of what to do and not do, and boycott and support. 2017 is weird, y’all. Young Adulthood is weird (I’m pretty sure I’m still considered a young adult). Life is weird. But I’m more excited about what I believe is going to be my best and most fun decade so far, and i’m excited to share that with all of you.

so. here comes thirty.

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