Yesterday was my 30th birthday. It didn’t cause an existential crisis or a tragic evening studying emerging wrinkles in the bathroom, but I did feel more reflective than past years…really thinking about where I want to go and how we can keep building the kind of life we hope to lead.
It just so happened that my birthday week brought some changes too, including the departure of the favorite coworker and the announcement from upstairs and downstairs neighbors (who we really like) that they’re moving out in a few weeks. This will all take getting used to.
People keep telling me how good their thirties have been so far. After the twenties, which are a lot about getting a degree and getting ahead and getting a paycheck, the thirties seem to be less fraught. More about settling into the person you are. A friend from grad school told me that 33 has been especially good – “I’m in a similar place as I was when I was 30, but in general I feel a lot more content about it. I just feel good about where I’m at.”
If you’ve experienced The Dirty Thirties – as a birthday text from my highschool friend calls them – what’s it been like?