In the late 80s there was a television show called thirtysomething. I really can’t tell you much about the show, except that in my mind it was about really boring old people. Certainly not a show that was a part of the TGIF line-up. I don’t remember this show because I watched it, but because my parents watched it.
It’s weird to think about the fact that my parents were probably around 30 when that show came out. But when I think about my parents’ life at 30, raising 2 kids and struggling to make ends meet, and my life at 30. There is a pretty start difference.
I think it is the same for a lot of people my age. Many of us had this idea about what adulthood would look like. We’d get married at the end of college. Have a kid soon after. Buy a house. And for some of my friends, this is exactly how their lives have panned out. But for many of us, more than expected, our lives look nothing like this. Into our late twentys we’re living with our parents, trying to find a job, trying to figure out what we want to do with our lives. We’re out on weekends try to find our place, our friends., our identities. We’re traveling the world. We’re moving from town to town. We’re in dead-end jobs. We’re wondering when life is going to start.
And then we see 30 approaching. And our lives are nowhere near where we hoped they would be. And it scares us.
“I’m almost 30 and I don’t know who I am.”
Can you relate? Has life turned out how you planned?