All around me, people are turning 30. Coworkers, friends, ex-roommates and semi-acquaintances are fearlessly crossing this age threshold a la Girl Scout Brownies 'bridging' to the Cadet phase of their lives (that which boasted a more tonal, yet equally ill-fitting uniform and perpetual cookie sales). This landmark transition is fast approaching in my life, and I am growing to embrace optimism about the upcoming decade. Yes, more wrinkles will line my face and my already busy sleep schedule is likely to grow, but I fear not.
The thing is, I think I've lived my 20s backwards; late twenties have outshone my early- and mid- twenties by leaps, bounds, football fields and national park spans. If I continue on this upward trajectory, my 30s will be outrageously wonderful. Allow me to engage in a verbal Venn Diagram, if you will:
Professional Life
- Blogger Age 22: Living to work and feeling like a professional failure.every.day.
-Blogger Age 29: Working for passion, minor victories-though few and far between- exist
Week Days
- Blogger Age 23: Early to bed, early to rise to lesson plan and attempt to breath through the day. Norah Jones calms my frazzled nerves on the drive through urban sprawl to work.
- Blogger Age 29: Still early to bed. Less stressful sleep. Walk the historical path through Boston to my new, slightly upgraded work building.
Weekends
- Blogger Age 23: Early to bed, early to rise to lesson plan and attempt to breath through the day. Norah Jones calms my frazzled nerves on the drive through urban sprawl to work. You may notice this is the same as week days, this is due to the fact that I NEVER STOPPED WORKING throughout the middle part of this bizarre 00's decade.
- Blogger Age 29: Sleep IN! Enjoy the company of good friends and (not-so) good wine. Dance frequently.
I could go on and on.
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, all signs point to 30 being no big deal, right? RIGHT?
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