{"id":1214,"date":"2014-11-20T21:44:39","date_gmt":"2014-11-21T02:44:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thedirtroad.net\/jeff\/journal\/?p=1214"},"modified":"2014-11-20T21:44:39","modified_gmt":"2014-11-21T02:44:39","slug":"40","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thedirtroad.net\/jeff\/journal\/2014\/11\/20\/40\/","title":{"rendered":"40"},"content":{"rendered":"

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When I turned 30 I had something of a existential crisis. I wasn’t cool anymore. I wasn’t young anymore. My glory days were behind me. Blah, blah, blah. Whatever. At 40, nobody has time for that kind of stuff. <\/p>\n

I think I was prepared for life to change a lot when I turned 30, but I don’t know that I anticipated how much it would keep changing. I also don’t think I realized how isolated I would feel when all my friends moved away and parenthood and jobs prevented any of us from meeting up anyways. I wish I had a mentor for my 30’s. I had mentors in college and after college, but I’m not sure anyone warned me how hard the 30’s would be.<\/p>\n

Football has finally wrapped up and our weeks are starting to relax a little. We were starting to buckle a little under the grind of practices and early mornings, but now that’s in the rear-view mirror and we can start looking forward to the holidays. Our kids are normally fun, but they are a special kind of fun at Christmas.<\/p>\n

Today, a tow truck came and took away my Acura Integra. I donated it, and I don’t say this to make you think I am some great philanthropist, I did it for the tax write-off. I was a little sad to see it go, but it hasn’t operated well for almost a year now, so it was time to go. It is however, a tangible reminder that my 30’s are over. I bought the car when I was 25, but it has been my ride all through the 30’s, taking me to a Cornerstone Festival, all over the Southeast, and back and forth to work when I used to commute. I hope someone takes the car and gives it some love (and maybe a loud muffler, neon lights, and a big spoiler.) Just like other parts of my life, everything is changing again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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