As I approach my 30’s, I find myself surprised by how much I am enjoying getting older. For me, age has brought more confidence and a stronger sense of self. I am more decisive about what I want in life, and I’m not afraid to say no to things I don’t want. I no longer feel the pressure I felt when I was younger to live my life a certain way and follow a specific timeline for achievements and milestones. And, my favorite new trait of all, I’m finding that I no longer have the time or energy to really give a damn what other people think about me. It must be true that you have a finite amount of fucks to give once you reach a certain age, and man, it is liberating when you reach that point in your life.
However, there is one aspect of being almost 30 that I am kind of having a hard time handling: the motherfucking hangovers. [Continue reading...]