Well, its arrived. The big 30. The moment where every women is reduced to tears and forced to contemplate her life's purpose. The actual "mid life crises".
A funny thing happened that night. It felt good. The weeks ahead brought more good feelings. Being 30 is kind of liberating. It forced me to finally accept who I was and where I was in my life, and work on making that better instead of changing everything.
Oddly, I don't hear a clock ticking anymore to accomplish all these amazing things by 30. The pressure is off, and the confidence is on.
My hair didn't fall out or turn grey overnight and I got ID'd the next weekend for buying a bottle of wine.
Anyone else had experiences they would like to share?
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