Anyone: “How old are you?”
 You realize you’ve accomplished approximately 1/8 of the list you started 10 years ago…of the things you’d do before 30.
 Secretly you hope 20-somethings at the bar either a.) think you’re 28 or b.) think you’re the most badass 30-something they’ve ever met.
 Plans are made roughly three hours earlier than in your younger days.
Well, ideally I’d like to be in my pajamas on the couch by 9:30 – so, dinner at 6:30?
 You become much more accepting of your flaws, maybe because you’ve reached the perfect level of don’t-give-a-shits or, maybe you’re lucky and embrace them. Either way, this is a win for us 30-somethings.
 You take care of your body, before it’s sick. No. Not like working out…
 A night of excessive cocktails is rarely rewarded with chipper mornings and brunch.
 Friends start pointing out stray grey hairs that you’ve been wondering exist for the last 5 years.
 Your social media has become a plethora of pets and babies… and you like it.
 Your body has chosen its desired shape and weight, if you would like something different – good luck.
 The excitement level for a new lawn mower <insert any major appliance here> exceeds levels you didn’t know were possible in your 20s.
 You read and contribute reviews. Restaurants, mattresses, curtains, daycares, cars, pens, tables, music, hotels, dogs, movies… anything.
…Cheers to your 30’s.