“30 is not the final end, it’s the end of the beginning. It’s when you’ve lived through the failures, the false starts, the disappointments, and emerged with a clearer sense of what really matters. It’s when you’ve gone through phases of your life you look back on as ‘wild years’ which provide an infinite well of creativity to now draw from if you actually lived them.”

So well said. I wrote a reflection at 29 that might resonate. It was an age where “I [knew] that I [was] young, but [felt] as though I [was] getting old.” whitenoise.email/p/29-t…