This is the year you turn 30. Thirty! You’re either blissfully okay with it all and embrace aging or you’re the complete opposite and have been experiencing anxiety attacks on the regular.
I was lying under a fan trying to soothe my sunburnt body. “I got Botox today!” she exclaimed. We’ve always been very different, and I can’t say I was necessarily surprised, but we’re only 22.
“Pressure is a privilege. So is turning another year older.”
Early 20s: SHOTS SHOT SHOTS SHA SHA SHA SHOT SHOTS SHOTS EVERYBODDDDDDY SH—
Late 20s: ….Shots?
Realize your friends are all grown up. They belong to other people now.
One of punk’s founding fathers has basically turned into the typical grandfather.
Everything ends up working out just fine.
3. Birth a child.
I turned thirty-eight earlier this year. If I’d asked myself during my early twenties whether that would make me old, my answer would have been an unabashed “yes.”
My Mum is getting old. I’m not going to have her for the rest of my life. One day I’ll have to plan her funeral.