A little over a week ago, I turned 33. Half my lifetime ago I would've been about 17, and the thought of 33 would've had me breathing into a paper bag. Kind of how I feel about 50 now. One sec... Okay, now that the panic has slightly subsided, back to the post...
There’s something about the 30s that takes life to a new level. Your 20s are when you’re trying to be a grown up and mostly feel like an imposter about it. But in your 30s, you’re old enough to know more about who you are, and then realize you’re kind of sick of yourself. If you feel this way, congratulations! You’re probably not delusional!
So it's a turning point kind of age. From here you can either embrace day drinking and the huge car payment for the ridiculous convertible, or you can revel in your newfound freedom of thought and spirit. I'm going with the latter.
Here are some of my personal realizations and responses:Read More