The One About Not Having A Birthday Crisis

In six months I turn 30 years old. I think some people who know me, are anticipating or thinking that I'm going to have some degree of a complex about the 3-0 milestone. Some people mention my upcoming birthday/impending age as if they should walk on egg shells... like I'm one comment away from having a break down about it. But I feel far from it; like I'm ready to be 30 and put the 20's behind me. I was starting to think there was something wrong because I wasn't more concerned about turning 30. I reminded myself of several reasons people dread the milestone:
-I'll be 30 and don't have children
-I'll be 30 and still not using my college education
-I'll be 30 and working to obtain my ideal body image
-and the list could go on...
But no identity crisis arose. Even after I found my first grey hair the other day, no copious amounts of chocolate cake and wine were consumed. I actually felt relieved. As if I obtained some rite of passage.

Now in the past, from my late teens to mid-twenties, I had identity crisis each year as my birthday approached. I think this happened because I previously had strong ideals of where my life would be at each point; and surprise, surprise, my life had turned out much different. Ergo... crisis. Thinking back, I can't say that I've really had an idea of where I would be or what I would be doing at thirty. I had micro-planned the beginning of my young adult life so much that I assumed by the time I was 30 life would just take care of itself and be perfect and I would be happy.

I'm not at all disappointed at where I am right now. That's been the biggest revelation I've made in the past year. "Perfection" and "happiness" are such relative terms. Their definition is formed according to the perception of the definer. I don't profess to have all the answers and have everything figured out. But I'm realizing that that's ok. I don't have to. And besides, I don't feel like 30 is that old. But ask me again in 6 months. Perhaps I'll be more worried by then.

Have you ever had a complex over a birthday? How did you deal with it?