I was talking with my wife this afternoon about one of her friends who is going through a tough time with her husband. Apparently, she married a younger guy and while she's around our age, he isn't. From my understanding he's getting to 30 and staying out all night, partying and hanging out with his friends and really isn't being a good husband. Now what constitutes a good husband can be debatable but some common sense applies here.
Coming up on 30 changes a man. You go from that teenager that looks in the mirror, thinks he's invincible and won't ever die, to one day waking up and looking in the mirror and seeing a different face staring back at him. There could be some gray hairs or even less hair. There are some lines here and there. Not shaving for a couple of days doesn't look cool but rather sloppy. Financial things come into play and suddenly 30 is starting to look like every bad thing you ever heard it was. And if you are married or in a relationship, it may start to look tired and tattered with no real hope for that idyllic future you always dreamed about.
I can't say the above described me. My 30 was similar but my relationship situation was far more complicated and painful. I held on too tightly sometimes and at others I just didn't give a fuck. There was no real measure of balance in it all. I was unpredictable and perhaps it was intentional that I didn't want routine, that I didn't want definition. Whatever the situation was, turning 30 was a big flip of the switch - or a wake up call as most would say.
On the far side of 30, I'd say I've done some things right since then. I haven't always but for the most part, my wake up call has turned me into a decent, somewhat respectable, sometimes predictable man who isn't interested an unbalanced equation of life.
So guy, where ever you are at, may 30 be your wake up call. Stop fucking around, walk it off and get back in the saddle. 30 isn't the place to upset your life and turn things upside down on stupid shit. Take care of your family and take care of yourself (not always in that order but close enough).
Coming up on 30 changes a man. You go from that teenager that looks in the mirror, thinks he's invincible and won't ever die, to one day waking up and looking in the mirror and seeing a different face staring back at him. There could be some gray hairs or even less hair. There are some lines here and there. Not shaving for a couple of days doesn't look cool but rather sloppy. Financial things come into play and suddenly 30 is starting to look like every bad thing you ever heard it was. And if you are married or in a relationship, it may start to look tired and tattered with no real hope for that idyllic future you always dreamed about.
I can't say the above described me. My 30 was similar but my relationship situation was far more complicated and painful. I held on too tightly sometimes and at others I just didn't give a fuck. There was no real measure of balance in it all. I was unpredictable and perhaps it was intentional that I didn't want routine, that I didn't want definition. Whatever the situation was, turning 30 was a big flip of the switch - or a wake up call as most would say.
On the far side of 30, I'd say I've done some things right since then. I haven't always but for the most part, my wake up call has turned me into a decent, somewhat respectable, sometimes predictable man who isn't interested an unbalanced equation of life.
So guy, where ever you are at, may 30 be your wake up call. Stop fucking around, walk it off and get back in the saddle. 30 isn't the place to upset your life and turn things upside down on stupid shit. Take care of your family and take care of yourself (not always in that order but close enough).
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