I’ll be 30 this year. So there’s that.
Am I worried? No. Am I freaking out? No.
Is it weird? Yes. Very much so.
It means I’ve spent over a decade as an “adult.” It means I’m no longer able to use “young and stupid” as an excuse. It means that society expects me to have my shit together. It means I'm hitting a road marker that is traditionally seen as the beginning of the end.
I’m ready, I think. It’s not like I’m magically going to turn into an old lady or that my biological clock is going to kick in as soon as the clock strikes midnight on my birthday. (Like, if that hasn’t happened already, I’m not expecting it to.) I’ve been working on me throughout 28/29 so 30 should be no different.
I see my friends and family over the age of 30 and if they survived, I sure as hell will.