The wisdom of age

As I become another thirtysomething, I am often reminded of what I have come to term my youth. You know, those years between 18 and 29. They are full of regret, of course, but my life has not been all that bad. I remember turning 20. That was a hard year for me. I know that 30 will be even harder, even though I have resolved to focus on living in the present rather than the past. I have ten more years (hopefully) before I enter a full blown mid-life crisis.