Someone at work recently turned 30, and she was a bit freaked about leaving her 20s, I believe. In fact, you could see it on her face- she was freaked.
I told her not to worry, that your thirties are way better than the twenties. As much fun as I had in my twenties, there was so much I don’t miss- the total insecurity and daily overwhelming anxiety to start. There’s just so much you don’t know in your twenties, and not that you’re an expert by 30, but a lot of things make a lot more sense, right?
I’m so much more comfortable in my own skin, as well. I’m at the point where I will say no to things that I’ve never liked, instead of still trying to figure out how to like them because society says I should.
Disclaimer- my 30s is looking a bit different (*cough* better) than a lot of other women my age because I don’t have kids. Most women my age are already saddled up with 1 or 2. More, if they’re totally batshit crazy. So they’re already doing the crazy busy days, long nights, etc bullshit train that I am not jumping on.
The point to all this is, if you’ve yet to hit the 30s, don’t be afraid of them. The 30s are awesome, trust me. Well, if you play your cards right. I would suggest keeping them awesome by not having kids.
Oh, and just a heads up: If you do have kids, then your 30s (and a few decades after) will be spent catering to your offspring. You will have very limited if any alone time, you time, adult time, etc. You will spend most of the decade feeling extremely tired, and grouchy and frazzled and stressed. Think about that. 10+ years of that shit.
Just doing my part to try to lower the world’s population 😉