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 →
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 →
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 →
1. Good friends, shitty hangovers. Seriously. I’m recently single and trying to enjoy nights out/in with friends. After quite the spirited Saturday night I awoke to a hangover. I tried one of those hangover drinks and it worked enough to not feel like a corpse. Laziness took over for most the day. 2. Yoga until you can’t yoga no mo’. New… Read more →