I am having trouble with 30. So much so, that I am now 31 and still reeling from my 30th birthday. Regardless of the fact that I am in a better place financially, emotionally, and professionally than I was in my 20s, the big 3-0 (and now 3-1) has been a tough one to swallow. I am now at the age that 18 year old me thought was old. Every year it gets harder and harder to stay in shape - or maintain a weight that is 5-10 lbs from the weight I tell people I am when asked. It also gets harder to duck questions about when my husband and I will have kids. If one more person reminds me that I am not getting any younger, a fact that I am keenly aware of, I might have a Britney Spears level meltdown.
In spite of being older and somewhat wiser, I still don't feel like a grown up. I don't feel ready to start a family. And I am a grown up who is still somewhat uncertain about what she wants to be when she grows up.
I know I am not alone in feeling this way. I hope that you will find this blog amusing, relatable, and worth reading (and maybe even sharing with friends).
In spite of being older and somewhat wiser, I still don't feel like a grown up. I don't feel ready to start a family. And I am a grown up who is still somewhat uncertain about what she wants to be when she grows up.
I know I am not alone in feeling this way. I hope that you will find this blog amusing, relatable, and worth reading (and maybe even sharing with friends).
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