Yes, I may have had this reaction when I woke up this morning, the day after my 30th birthday, when I thought about my answer to: “How old are you?”
The truth is, however, I felt like I had already turned 30 one year ago. On my 29th birthday, and in the months that followed, I started to think about my life as a “twenty-something” and where I wanted to be at 30.
Everywhere I looked I saw the success of others, many younger than me or my age. I began to question myself; 30 seemed to be the age when you’re supposed to have it all figured out, no longer would I have the excuse of being a newbie in the business world, trying different things to figure out what I want to do for the rest of my life; my resume had better be leading somewhere.