Thirty Years in this World!

Today's my birthday. I was born exactly thirty years ago, at my mother's home, with only an elderly family doctor as medical assistance. My mother says he spent the night nervously drinking coffee. It was his first birth in a long time.

I was born on a door. "Uncle Denis" - that's how we kids used to call the doctor - had decided that my mother's bed wasn't hard enough. Without further ado he unhinged a door and placed it on the bed for my mother to lay on.

My mother says that as soon as I was there, I looked around with a fierce frown and made my dissatisfaction clear by grunting vigorously. Then I grabbed with both my hands the scissors Uncle Denis wanted to cut the umbilical cord with. My character doesn't seem to have changed much since my birth. ;-)

I'm very, very happy to be thirty! Honestly, I didn't think I would be that happy. Thirty is 2*3*5. Of course it's the product of the first three prime numbers, so that's not bad. But not as cool as 29, which is a prime number on its own! However, I must be decimal system biased, because those three full decades impress me. I'm very happy and excited that I survived for thirty years.

When I was born I was almost blind, I could just see light and dark. I got my first glasses at the age of 18 months. For twelve years the doctors trained my eyes. Now I can see enough to get along well in life, even without glasses. I see only with one eye and have no 3D vision, and sometimes I bump into something I didn't think was that close,  but heck! who cares. I feel so damn thankful.

When I was seventeen I had an accident, I collided with a car and fell on my neck. At the hospital they said it would have broken had I not been very flexible. I didn't like the idea that my last thought would have been "Shit!". A few years later I was diagnosed with a beginning cervix cancer, that fortunately was operated out before it could become a real cancer. In my early twenties I went through severe depressions and almost killed myself several times.

When I look back, my life in those thirty years has been full of struggle. So in some way I feel lucky that I made it to my 30th birthday. I'm damn proud of myself, too.

Plus, I've always had the belief that "Real life will begin when I'm thirty." I don't know why but I've always thought that. And now that I'm thirty, I feel SO happy. So excited! It's like now the truly exciting and joyous part of my life can begin! Yippee!! :-)

Fasten your seat belts, we're switching to warp drive!