I Feel Like I’m Wandering Aimlessly

My wife was watching an episode of Friends the other day.  It begins with the group gathered around Rachel’s door with party hats and balloons, banners and kazoos—they’re waiting to celebrate her birthday. But it isn’t just any birthday, it’s her 30th birthday, and as excited as they seem to be to celebrate the milestone, she isn’t having any of it. The entire episode follows this idea we hold widely that 30 is when we all begin our downturn, that that age specifically marks a point by which our lives are worth mourning, our dreams worth abandoning because everything not yet achieved—marriage, a family, travel, the dream career—is effectively beyond our reach. (more…)

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