This is so incredibly on point. If there’s one reason I’m particularly relieved to be turning 30 in a couple of months, it’s finally being free from the implication that I need to travel the world whether I can comfortably afford to or not, engage in extreme sports, and go out spontaneously on a Tuesday — if I’m to be living it right. I’ve always been 45 at heart and you know what? That’s fine. It’s okay to not have energy to spare for going out on weeknights, to hate spontaneous plans that interfere with my movie time or to want to spend my two-week vacation by the sea, reading, eating fresh food, and never entering a single nightclub. If I had to name anything I regret about my 20s, it’s letting myself be persuaded to trade any of those things I love for samples of what one should be doing in their 20s.