I turned 30 on Monday. While I used to wonder why people felt shy about announcing their age, I think I’m beginning to understand. As I approached this milestone last week, I began to feel more like I was marching to the grave than I ever have before. It wasn’t necessarily scary, but it made me re-evaluate all of the expectations I had held of myself. Like, “When I’m 30, I will have accomplished xyz. My life will be settled and I will be a boring adult.” For better or worse, I haven’t quite managed to achieve most of that.
This summer my aunt said to me, “You’re almost 30. You should know how to clean a shower curtain.” Funnily enough, I missed that lesson in the manual of life.
Most days, I still feel like an ignorant kid. But when I was younger, I had more confidence. I was sure I’d amount to something great, like a famous politician. But once college came around, so did the questioning of many systems, including the political and legal ones, as well as society, ideology, gender… In short, I became confused. Which I have remained to this day.
If that means I still don’t know how to clean a shower curtain, then so be it. I’m busy living my life the best way I know how. And only I can live it!
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