Finding my feet at 30

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A few years ago I wrote this post about how I couldn’t wait to turn 30. I longed for a time of stability, a sense of self, a sense of home. But between 27 and today I lost two more jobs and one more relationship. And what I’ve found on the other side, isn’t solid ground.

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I can’t wait to be 30

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Wait, what?! Did a girl just wish away her 20s?! Hell yeah, bitches. While most of my friends are freaking out about being in their late twenties (disclaimer: I’ve had my fair share of OH MY GOD I AM SO OLD moments, mostly when the interns/junior staffers say there were born in the 90s), I can’t wait for my thirties to come around.

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Pressures of a 20-something: 30 is the new dead

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I wrote my first post on this yonks ago and then promptly forgot all about it. But every year as another friend passes the hurdle of 25 and is closer to 30 than they are to 20, the cries go up of ‘OH MY GOD HOW DID WE GET SO OLD?!’. It just never seems to go away, this idea that we have to have our lives Sorted (with a capital S!) by the time we’re 30, because after that, fuck we’re old and being put out to pasture.

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