Yesterday was my birthday. I turned 30. I tried not to make a big deal of it. However, some people found out and told others. I got calls from family and friends. I guess it was a good day, though I didn't have a birthday cake or any presents (which is fine by me; well, maybe I'm not so pleased about no cake!!!) .
I've been traveling for the last week and was able to have lunch yesterday with a really good friend of mine, and then had dinner with my best friend. Currently I'm in Kentucky and I'll be here for a few more days. On Friday, I'm heading to New Orleans. I'll be glad to be back in the city, though I am quite disappointed in the lack of progress in the city (but that's another story).
As yesterday came and went, I really didn't have any deep thoughts about turning 30. I'm not where I thought I would be, but in some respects I'm much farther along than I ever expected. I'm on track to finish my PhD before my 33 birthday. I continue to branch out into various areas of reading. I may have more 'adopted' nieces and nephews than anyone I know (that is, I'm an "uncle" to all the children of my friends). This is good because it means I can play with them, but then leave before the diaper needs changing!!!!
I suspect when life settles back to normal when I am able to end my 'evacuee' status and move back to New Orleans sometime in the next few weeks, I'll have more time to digest the meaning of turning 30. Until then, I just keep on reading for my dissertation, formulating my thoughts on baptism and the Lord's Supper, and moderately staying in touch with all my friends.