When I was 30

This is something I wrote in a random notebook on my 30th birthday.  I have always wanted to re-record it somewhere more permanent, so I guess it will suffice for my first official blog entry.

When I was 30, it was the best age yet.
Though I started to see and feel the years creeping into my body and my face -
The aches and pains, wrinkles and scars all held memories that still seem so near.
When I was 30, I still felt young enough to feel attractive, but I felt I really knew myself enough to feel comfortable in my own skin.
When I was 30, I realized that I was never going to be all the things I thought I was going to be, but I became more than I ever thought I could be.
When I was 30, I realized that no matter how old I become, I will still be naive about something, but I also realized that knowing that is wisdom on its own.
When I was 30, I no longer felt the need to be stronger so others would feel weaker, but I felt the need to be stronger so others could gain from my strength. 
When I was 30, I began to see that an 80 year old still holds the 30 year old they once were inside.  Those years and the realizations they bring can't be duplicated or deleted.  They cannot be edited or borrowed.  They are mine and mine alone.  And when I am 80, I will look back and see that these first 30 years were building blocks for the person I will be then.
When I was 30, I played the part so well that people who saw me never would know that there is a girl of 25, 20, 15, 10, 5 and all the years in between trapped inside - except they know, because they feel the same way too.
When I was 30, it was the best age yet.