On the Third Decade

A Suitcase Full of Wisdom.

Three decades in, lessons learned and memories reminisced seem to mark the changing of the guards in unexpected yet welcoming ways. The entree of pre-teenage-hood involves sobering contemplation about whether to abandon childhood habits like, say, sleeping with a baby blanket (named BooBoo). The teen years are filled with cat fights, slow dances, and video-game-obsessed-boyfriends whose time is arguably better spent in Mortal Combat(s). Our twenties (unknowningly) represent freedom from everything that comes after our twenties (weddings, breakups, babies, and bedtime before 11pm - woohoo!) while - at times, painfully - transitioning from the role of student to adult, as copies of A Quarter Life Crisis are exchanged at birthday parties and happy hours. Which brings us to our thirties, where birthday evites lamenting the time past are read by thirty-something friends and family who smile at the over-dramatic angst about a decade whose minutes and hours and days are actually as relaxing as they've ever been (...most of the time). Enjoy!

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