Watch Me Turn 30, by Holly C.
I'm a 29-year-old New Yorker who inherited this site from my pal, Holly P., to document the final year of my twenties. Right up until I turn the big 3-0 next January, I'll use this blog to indulge my inner-narcissist by voicing the good (I can date men anywhere from ages 21 to 50 without it being scandalous) the bad (I keep getting ma'amed) and the ugly (is it possible to get cellulite on your stomach?!). Here's to waving goodbye to my youth, accepting adulthood and remembering that every ending is really just a new beginning.
the photo for January 21, 2008
DAY 357  |  January 21, 2008
I met Dina for lunch in Union Square, and she had little Vida strapped on her chest, where she slept for almost the entire meal. Dina doesn’t let motherhood slow her down: She’ll bring Vida out whether we’re going shopping or having dinner and drinks. I wonder what it’s like to have a tiny, constant companion.

As I look around at all my girlfriends in their late 20s and early 30s, it’s hitting me how our generation of women doesn’t really have any clear-cut rules. My mom's generation tended to follow this path: Go to school. Get married. Have kids. Get divorced.

In this day and age, there’s no magic formula: I have friends who had babies but opted not to get married. I have friends who married really young but opted not to have kids. I have friends who are dedicating their days to climbing the corporate ladder. And none of us are right or wrong—we’re just trying to navigate this life where we’re very lucky to have so many different choices, while trying to figure out which path is the right for one for each of us.

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