Is 30 a scary number?

The other day I was told life begins at the age of 30. The speaker was a sales clerk at a high scale department store. When I mentioned my sister was turning 30, the sales clerk immediately launched into a long speech on exactly what turning 30 means:

When you turn 30 that is when it really gets good. Before that, in your twenties, you really don’t know what you want to do with your life and so you are running around trying to figure it all out. You are running to get your college degree, then your first job… You have no time to know what you want in life. Then at 30 you start to wake up and realize you need to get your act together. That’s when you get a hubby and have kids and things finally start to make sense.

I am paraphrasing based on my memory but I’m sure you get the drift. I have years ahead of me before I turn 30 but I imagine my concept of “getting my life together” might be a little different. Also, I hope I never become the kind of gal who dishes out advice or feels the need to lecture to younger girls. There will be no elderly, sisterly advice coming from me! Unless others resort to reading my blog. In that case, it’s almost impossible to avoid sounding preachy on occasion.