Once you hit your 30s ... well, this decade is probably nothing like you expected it to be. I remember my mom dreading her 30th birthday. Beginning the day after she turned 29, she bemoaned her upcoming 30th so much. Funnily enough, it didn't hit her hard at all, but 31 did. I entered my 30s expecting to hate them, but so far, I kind of love them. That's not to say there aren't some things I absolutely hate. Oh, there are. If you're in this special decade, I think you'll recognize many of the everyday struggles of being a woman in her 30s. If you made it through your 30s, these experiences might call up some nostalgia. If you haven't reached your 30s yet, well ... here's a look into your future!
Not because you don't still look absolutely amazing in them, but because you're generally so sore and creaky that you can't contort yourself enough to pull them on and get them zipped.
I'm not like that, though, bae. I'm an on-fleek 30something. I'm on the Snapchat and everything!
It never stops. Even when it does stop, it doesn't. You clock out, you get home, and you're still thinking about work. Stupid job.
Or from party to Netflix on the couch with your cat, which is also perfectly acceptable.
I have a mortgage now. I don't want to talk about it.
It happens. Certain friends slowly fall away. You don't have a fight, you just drift apart because you're in different places or going in different directions. The core group that remains, that's your logical family. Those are your people.
Oh, man, they get so pissed. They take that ish seriously, whereas I will happily sit on a text message for ... like, months. Crap. I think I might be a bad friend.
WHERE DID ALL THESE CREDIT CARDS COME FROM? WHO KEEPS GIVING THESE TO ME?
Or asleep. Some of them happen while you're asleep, too.
It's no longer a precaution. It is not an essential part of your daily skincare routine.
Right now. The mucus of an exotic snail found in the wilds of northern Nebraska will reverse the signs of aging? You're going to get some snails.
Everyone expects you to be nice and polite and cordial all the time. Besides, if you're not smiling, everyone thinks you're dying.
About everything. All the time. It never stops. You probably have an ulcer.
I know. You're not supposed to want to. Sometimes you secretly wish you could, though.
There are always unexpected bills. Always. You will watch your meager savings dwindle to nothing and a part of your soul will die.
Yeeeah, no. Not only do you get blitzed faster, but you feel it for days after. Sometimes weeks.
No, but really! This is your decade!
What do you think? Anything seem familiar? I'm really loving my 30s so far, but yeah, a lot of these ring true.
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