Thirty and everything after

I turned 30 yesterday. Last week, 30 seemed kind of old, like the mantle of true adulthood would finally touch my shoulders. Now that I'm here, it just seems like more of the same plodding, meandering extension of adolescence where I don't know how I got here and I only have a vague idea about what I'm doing.
At what age do the angels come down from heaven blowing trumpets to bestow the gift of wisdom on you?