On 33

(or: 30 Under 30 is Bullshit)

Three has always been my favorite number. I was born on the 3rd. I like odd numbers and asymmetry. There are three people in my immediate family. At any one time, I’ve always had three very close friends (even if the three changed over time).

So I’m pretty excited to turn 33 tomorrow. Two threes. I mean, the only age that could possible be cooler to me, numbers-wise, is 333 (because it’s three 3’s), but I somehow suspect that I might not last another 300 years. So, 33 it is.

I haven’t always been excited about the prospect of getting older, though. I had a really hard time with turning 30 because I felt like I wasn’t where I wanted to be in life. I had all of these really random expectations for myself: that I’d be managing a team before 30 (funny enough, I started managing exactly a month and a day after turning 30), that I’d have the perfect apartment, and that I’d have life fully sorted out.


My 30th Birthday

Looking back now, all of that was stupid and arbitrary. I don’t know why I thought I had to be done growing and developing at, really, a fairly early age. I’m also not sure exactly what I thought I’d be doing for the last 40-50-ish years of my life, if not continuing to evolve. I suspect that it has something to do with the prevalence of all of those 30 under 30 lists, the ones that kind of imply that if you’re going to do something really cool, you’d better do it in your first 29 years, or it doesn’t count.

Anyway, I realize now that all of that is, well, stupid. Achievements are achievements, and they’re worthwhile regardless of your age. In fact, I feel like (for me at least) it gets harder to do new things as you get older, and life (and, if I’m honest, an earlier bedtime) starts to get in the way.

So, here’s to the adults who take up a new hobby, who go to school, who switch careers, who move to a new city, who make new friends. You’re brave, you’re awesome, and you’re a total badass. Don’t let anyone (especially that nagging voice in the back of your head; that voice is a total asshole) tell you any different.



Handmade birthday card from my friend Alicia

  1. Cheers to 33! I hope you make a wish at 3:33 🙂



  2. […] year, I wrote about how excited I was to be turning 33, and how I’d learned to give up on the idea that I had to […]



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