On 29

I am a 29-year-old now. I asked a lot of people if 30 was hard for them or not, and got a lot of varied responses (spoiler alert: men were unanimously unfazed, or claimed to be).

I was telling a friend this week about my first Chicago birthday, when I turned 25. I applauded myself on being so much smarter and mature than I was when I was 20. That was true then, but it’s funny to me now that I saw myself that way at 25. I look forward to the person I’ll be at 30, 35, and beyond. But for now, I think 29 will be my best year yet.

Thanks to these folks for celebrating with me.