I can’t explain why, but I’ve always had a target on 32 as a milestone of sorts. Obviously 30 is the big one, but to me 32 has always been “you’re in your 30s, but not in your mid-30s. But like…you’re there”. It doesn’t feel especially celebratory, but more of a ‘wow, made it to 32’ kind of thing. Hard to explain, but it’s an age I’ve had a weird affinity for. I don’t know if that’s when I think “true adulthood” begins or what, but it’s a number that has always stuck out
I don’t know when or why I decided this, but a long time ago I thought to myself “I want to be 32 when I have my first kid”. I don’t think there’s a universal right age to have a kid, nor did I consciously decide to have a kid this year, but it is what happened!
This birthday also snuck up on me in a weird way. I am usually a ‘birthday person’, but this year the idea of planning something was overwhelming at best. A few things contributed to this:
My mind for the past few months has been on getting ready for the baby t…
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