I've officially entered my thirties and it doesn't feel like what I thought thirty was supposed to feel like. When I entered my twenties, I envisioned that thirty would feel like a high powered job, a husband and a couple of kids, and the random "Sex in the City"- esque nights out with my friends. I was cool with that.  Instead, my 30 looks like a decent job and netflix and chill most nights with my new husband. I'm also cool with that.  Because my twenties taught me a lot of things, but one of the most important lessons I learned was that life has plans that may or may not correlate with my own plans. I can either sulk and complain about it (which I did), or I can adjust, adapt and continue moving forward (which I've most recently decided to start doing.) That seems to be working out better for me.