Sweet merciful crap, I’m turning 30. Tomorrow. How did this happen? What am I doing with my life? This used to be an old age, but it’s not anymore! Or maybe it is, and it means that I’m old! What is going on?!?!?!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!
I apologize for that mini-freak out. It’s been happening a bit these days. I’m sure once I enter my 30s I’ll be fine. Or at least that’s what I’ve been told by those who have crossed over to the other side. Still, I think I have every right to freak out. The past decade has been great.. To recap: I had my inaugural trip abroad, crossed the Mason-Dixon line for the first time (I know, I know). I fell in love, had my heart broken, graduated from college, moved to New York City, held my first “real” job, cemented some pretty incredible friendships, went skydiving, ran a half-marathon, fell in love (again), had my heart broken (again), got bangs, and continued my education in a variety of ways (Gotham and SHU come to mind, though there’s also the school of hard knocks, which I audited). With such wonderful and lovely moments now being packed away forever into the past, I think I’m allowed time to panic every now and then, right?
So yes, my 20s have been good to me. And as I say goodbye to them and join the adult world of my 30s, I hope to take the experiences and life lessons and apply them to this, the fourth decade of my life (which is a horrible way to categorize your 30s, but also a true statement).
Naturally, I created a list of do’s and don’ts for my (and maybe your) 30s.