The Big 3-0 Brings Reflection
I started writing this blog post in December of 2021. And then, other things got in the way of me having the energy and motivation to finish it. I didn't get very far on it - only two paragraphs - and most of the content was just details on how my parents bought a cake for me to share with my housemates on the actual weeknight of my birthday. I think this is because I needed some time to sit with the idea of what it means to be 30 to me. It's been about three months now. Three months of 30. And to be completely honest, I've had a plethora of feelings about what this age might mean to me. These thoughts and emotions have run the gambit from intense feelings of gratitude and joy to the crushing weight of a feeling of failure. I think that this type of chaos in emotions and mental state stems partly from the generation that I was born into (millennial), partly from how I was raised (catholic and fiscally conservative), and then more largely from the type...