Thirty will take you by surprise. The twenties are such a busy time. For your first couple years of it, you’re in college. You’re thinking about parties and grades and then suddenly you’re thinking about first jobs and first apartments without seven roommates. Then you hit the ground running, trying to figure out what you want to do with your life, and then trying to pursue that thing. You have your first “grownup” relationships (that still look a lot like college ones) and are hustling away at your work, just hoping somebody will notice you/promote you/help you. Your 25th birthday aka your quarter life one is in there, too, which has plenty of buzz around it. You live off of that buzz for a while until bam. Here comes your 30th. Seemingly far too soon, but it’s not like time moved any differently for you than it did for anybody else. Here are thoughts every woman has before her 30th birthday.
Can people tell?
Does some major switch happen by which people can just look at me and tell, “That person is in her thirties—not her twenties.” Does it happen slowly? Is it happening right now? I should go look in the mirror.