The Joy of Being 30-Something
Smiley Poswolsky

Such a relatable subject. The night before my 30th birthday was the worst for me, though I know now it was partly because I was far from loved ones. Still, knowing I was about to leave my 20’s was a scary thought. And yet, the next day, on my birthday, I was overcome with pride and empowerment. I felt wiser and sexier. (Wrote about it here.) And ever since, I’ve had the best year of my life.

So thank you for writing this. I’ll be 31 in three months, and I can’t wait.

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