So I Turned 30. It’s Not Scary.

Life doesn’t end at 25.

Photo by Gean Montoya on Unsplash

Until 21 or so, I looked forward to my birthday each year. I’d make sure to nudge my friends on social networks and prepare to be showered in birthday wishes.

In my young adulthood, my friends and I wished for fine lines to appear under our eyes. The night before a party badly slept was appraised, as it equaled a face that looked more worn out…