On Turning 30
My thirtieth birthday was yesterday and, amongst all the well-wishes and high-fives, the same question kept popping up:
So, how does it feel?
It isn’t an uncommon question, especially for milestone birthdays like this one (I’ve asked it myself on more than one occasion). To the people who asked me, I shrugged it off, smiled and told them it feels about the same. But the question lingered with me throughout the day until, now, I’m able to finally articulate exactly how I feel about it.
Looking back at the last ten years is pretty crazy. When I was twenty, I was halfway through college in Los Angeles, thinking I was going to be an English professor or a professional novelist/short story writer. When I was twenty-two, I realized I couldn’t afford graduate school and embarked on a year-long identity crisis. I applied to more graduate schools with better financial...
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