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My Thirties are Starting to Look a Lot like My Twenties
All I can really do now is adjust, adapt, and look forward to that time where I recognize that these hardships happened for a reason
Leading up to my thirtieth birthday — during the height of the pandemic — I was really optimistic about starting a new decade of life. I was ready to turn a new chapter and put my twenties behind me. After all, work was going really well, I was happily married, had a great apartment, and doing all the things I loved. There didn’t seem to be any indication of things going wrong at the time.
I felt like my thirties were going to be the decade where I truly came into my own. And, I did. However, my newfound optimism was fairly short-lived when a great deal of fear and anxiety that I harbored in my twenties came creeping back.
My twenties were filled with much uncertainty, lack of confidence, and lack of self. It was the typical ethereal era portrayed in hit shows such as HBO’s Girls where I was figuring out who I was and who I wanted to be.
And when I turned thirty, I thought that I had it pretty nailed it down. I felt like I did know who I was, where I was going, and what I needed to do to get there. I learned from the mistakes I made in my twenties and did…
