This morning I stared at myself in the mirror after a fairly decent night of sleep (hey, only woke up once from stabbing pain in my side (thank you work-out last night, must have pulled a muscle while I was on THE FRIGGIN ELLIPTICAL…). Anyway, mirror-me had some new lines on her forehead. Gasp!! No big deal, right (uh yeah, totally a big(ish) deal) but it served as a “good” reminder that time is passing and I’m not a young spring-hen anymore.  Groggy mirror-me bitch slapped me in the face with the realization I have officially aged out of the “young adult” category. But hey, I’m not quite at cougar age, middle age, midlife crisis age,… (let’s hope that’s faaaaar away from today). I guess that makes me an adult. A grown-up. That creature that every child dreads to become. Yikes.

It’s not all bad. Contrary to the childish believe I had, adults still have a ton of fun. Though instead of trying to meet guys until 2am out and about (and then you still had the energy to go to after parties) we now go to bars from 8 to 11pm to celebrate engagements. And we get to drink Moscow Mules and craft beer instead of whatever light beer is on special because anything else would have been impossible to afford with our entry-level pay.

I remember, when I started my career with internships, my managers and colleagues that were my current age all seemed so mature, pulled together, and ultra smart and knew what they were doing in their jobs. Of course I looked up to them. So last summer when we had a marketing intern at work it slowly sunk in, I’m now one of them. What a neat feeling to be able to give (hopefully not completely worthless) advice to a college student that looks up to you for career advice.

So yeah, a quarter into my thirties I am quite enjoying this decade so far. Settled down? Not so much. More so “settled in”. I’m comfortable with life and love that feeling of having arrived (thank you cupid for my amazing husband that makes me feel that way). Yup, not in my twenties anymore. And that’s ok.