I had my 30th birthday this last week. I was frequently asked how I has handling it. Turning 30 seems to carry some serious mental baggage for many people, and seems to cause reflection on one's progress through life.

I'm very happy with my life. I have an awesome wife, two great kids (and one on the way!), a Masters Degree, a house, a job where I work on exciting things with good people, good neighbors and friends, and a small but growing collection of tools in my workshop. I have a relationship with my Savior, and I'm grateful for all he has blessed and granted me with.

I'm don't remember having any specific goals to meet by the time I was 30, so I declare them met.

Perhaps the only downside is that I'm no longer considered a 20-something. Apparently everyone expects the next big 'thing' to come from a 20-something. I'm no off the radar, leaving me free to surprise everyone when I do awesome things.

Being 30 is just fine with me.

On a side note: My 4 year old asked how old I was on my birthday. We told her that I was 'old'. She then asked if I was going to die soon. Ahh, the relativity of things.