According to a very famous philosopher best known as Jay-Z: “30 Is The New 20.”
Well, I guess that’s why he’s a rapper and not a philosopher because no, 30 (as much as we want it to be) is not the new 20.
I am 26. I am in that contradiction of an age where you are young enough to go out but too exhausted to. Or maybe I’m just too exhausted to. Maybe 30 is the new 20, if you don’t have a child.
I am a mother of one — a baby who just hit one years old. I study my son as if he’s an alien, baffled by his energy as he runs in circles. I am so tempted to ask him for his secret but he can’t talk yet.
Between work and my son, I wonder: can I still maintain my friendships on top of it all?
Sadly, while I’m in the midst of a demanding five-days-a-week work schedule, then coming home to eat dinner with dada (yes, that has officially become my partner’s name), feeding dinner to Carter and then attempting to keep my eyes open for Game of Thrones, my friends get lost in the middle. It doesn’t help that my iPhone gets taken by my child as soon as I walk through the door.
Hi, my name is Courtney and I am an hours-late-text-message-responder.
As I have to bail or reschedule on a friend yet again, I wonder: “can a woman really have it all?” The times I do manage to get a phone call in, my son (aware that he doesn’t have my sole attention) freaks and comes over to my ear to yell and cry until I say, “I’ll have to call you back.”