In exactly 497 days, I will be 30 years old. If you’re doing
the math, that makes me 28 and change, with a full year of my roaring 20s to go
before I hit the big milestone.
I decided to start this blog because around the time of my
28th birthday, 30 started to feel more ‘real’ to me. Before then, it
had seemed like my 20s would last forever and that 30 was this big scary age
way off in the future, but once I hit the 2 year countdown mark it began to
occupy my mind at nearly every turn.
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| So mature. |
Society puts immense pressures on women turning 30, and
aging in general. We are still supposed to look like a teenager, dress like a
fashion model and have the maturity and grace of the First Lady. Career-wise,
we should be well on our way to executive-level success, and also having or
thinking about babies. We should have traveled the world and embraced our
youth, but should still have enough money left over for nice wine and fancy
purses. In other words, we should be doing it all, having it all, without a
wrinkle or a grey hair in sight.
To me, 30 is the first milestone I’ve actually associated
with aging (compared to 19, which was associated with drinking), and also the
only one where I had set goals or expectations for myself to reach by this
point. I too had inflicted many of these pressures upon myself, and with less
than 500 days to go, I often myself feeling like the clock is ticking. Have I
traveled enough? Is my career where it should be? Is there something wrong with
me because have neither a house nor a driver’s license? Oh and by the way, how
do I look?
August 30th, 2016 is a date that’s been looming
on my calendar for a while now, and as it approaches, I’ll probably continue to
feel a whole range of emotions. Consider this blog my therapy—my way of
navigating through my fears while hopefully having some fun along the way. I
hope you’ll join me on this journey and follow my path to my Dirty 30s!
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