The Life and Times of a Navy Husband

My latest Milspouse blog post is up.

I’ve known for a long time that I needed to have a will drawn up, but, as usual, I put it off. Beyond needing a lawyer, I had no idea what was involved, and, hey, lawyers are expensive, aren’t they? After Sean was born, though, I couldn’t keep putting it off. And besides, we had an appointment looming with our financial adviser, so I finally did the research.

Getting a will drawn up is another one of those things you don’t think about until you either (a) get really sick, (b) get deployed to a combat zone, (c) have a baby, (d) turn 30, or (e) both (c) and (d).

I don’t know why my 30th birthday is looming so large in my mind. I’ve never felt any aversion to a birthday before. I’ve never felt particularly ‘old’—and I don’t feel particularly old, now—but something about turning 30 feels significant.

I haven’t worked out yet whether 30 is the new 20 or the new 40. Certainly I think my generation has extended adolescence to the point where it’s still acceptable for college graduates to act like high school kids, but it has also placed a lot more importance on the idea of youth, therefore bringing the darkness of the 40th birthday to the 30th birthday.

There’s even a term for this: Quarter-life crisis.