My wisdom. A little over two years ago I turned 30, which we all know is the gateway to being back in diapers and spending time at a retirement home where we can be neglected by our ungrateful children. At least, that's what you'd think if you spent any time with my 6th grade students who think 32 is pretty ancient. I have found, however, my 30's to be immeasurably better than my 20's, and I am willing to impart any wisdom I have gleaned from the last 2 years with you, Jason, seeing as how you turn the big 3-0 tomorrow. Yes, you may hear your knees cracking every time you squat down to pick something up and you may forgot why you wandered into a room, but I bet you will also become more creative, witty and passionate about life (since you've lived over a third of yours now). Since I turned 30 I have become a much better teacher, written a screenplay, signed up for a variety of interesting classes, gone on more dates, become a fabulous auntie, traveled out of the country, finished a half-marathon, and started one helluva charming and quirky blog. Not too shabby for an old lady.
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