Being a woman in my thirties is weird enough. I’m not married and I don’t have kids. So, you know, I’m “different.” I live downtown instead of the suburbs and I like to stay busy at concerts, tailgates, happy hours, networking events, and dinners out. Inside, I still feel like I’m 22. But I know I’ve accomplished and learned a lot in life and… Read more →
This is going to be a hard one to write. It’s a post I’ve been thinking about for a long time, but writing it means it’s more reality than I want to admit. We all have moments of, “Oh shit, is this my life? How did I get here?” It’s natural. It’s normal. In that moment, we start to… Read more →
I just had a conversation with my lifelong best friend in which we both shared the same sentiment: being an adult is overwhelming, sometimes disappointing, and a heavy weight on our shoulders. Friend: Sure do miss our sleepovers. Your Dad’s house. Bottom bunk. Dead AIM – both signed in. Me: Life was easy then. But we forget what mattered at… Read more →
Click here for Part 1 So, I’m not going to start at the beginning. But here’s a quick background on me: 31 Just got out of a long-term relationship with my best dude friend Haven’t been “single” since I was 19 Successful career Decent looking, in shape, blonde hair, big boobs Strong grasp of English language and how to… Read more →
Does anything else need to be said? “But this is the greatest decade of your life”, they proclaim. “Nothing REALLY important happens until your thirties”, they say. “No one takes you seriously in your career until your thirties”, they offer. “People find themselves in their thirties”, they suggest. Who the fuck are “they”? I think… Read more →