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The big day has come and gone, and while I didn't have any qualms about the event in itself, I have to say that I am probably feeling the most thirty that anyone has ever felt right at this moment. Were it not for a five-month-old who has been severely sleep challenged for the past month, I don't think this would be true. But if the stereotypical difference between being in ones twenties and being in ones thirties is having less energy, well, then label me up, because I 100% fit that stereotype. 

Aside from the tiredness factor, which I know has more to do with being a parent than anything else, there's not really anything about turning thirty that has caused me any kind of anxiety. It feels less like a black cloud hanging over me and more like an exciting milestone that I think I have actually been looking forward to for a while now.

In fact, I think I've always been a little bit thirty. Again, I'm stereotyping like crazy here (age ain't nothing but a number, af…

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