I'm grouchy.

I've been 30 years old for 48 hours now, and there still have been no great epiphanies. No new wisdom came along with my jump to the next decade. I'm still just as confused as ever. I'm not really sure what I expected to happen, but I definitely anticipated there would be some sort of change. At the very least, I figured the anxiety I'd been feeling for the past year leading up to the actual event would dissipate. Nope. I feel old, and yucky, and nothing any person in their 30s says is going to make me believe that this is better than being younger.