This is my go-to pic for topics like this…lol
I have been excited about being in my 30s since I was like 27/28–around the time when you’d think most people would be all depressed about the milestone age. You know when you go through that quarter-life crisis and it sucks and then someone either tells or shows you that a lot of those insecurities and cloudiness you experience in your 20s lessens in your 30s? And didn’t a lot of our pop culture icons make being in your 30s look so damn good? I mean, I was in my very early 20s when Girlfriends first debuted and I watched as the cast grew from their late 20s into their early 30s. There was a lot of drama, but they all seemed so grown up and chic. And then there was the “Black Pack,” the group of Black actors who seemed to all appear in a series of movies together: Sanaa Lathan, Regina Hall, Nia Long, etc.—all women who (to me) just made being in your 30s look so amazing. Then I hit 30 and I FELT amazing: I didn’t care as much about what people thought of me, my confidence was soaring, I really started to love the way I looked flaws and all, I had great friendships, I was doing work I loved, and I didn’t care about meeting “society’s” goal of being married with children by a certain age—I was thriving yo! Sure, I didn’t have Joan Carol Clayton, Esq.’s salary but I was totally having my Mary Tyler Moore toss-your-hat-in-the-sky-and-spin moment. And I still do as I’m going into my 6th year in the 30s game.