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The End of an Era or I'm Finally 30, Bitches

I've been trying to convince people I was 30 since I turned 22. In my head I just knew that, at 30, I'd have it all figured out. I thought people would finally respect me if I could drop the twenty- in front of my age. Then someone told me that it's not your age that gets you respect, it's how you act. How you carry yourself. 

In my 20s I scared myself so many times. A blood transfusion, a broken engagement, moving halfway across the country without a real plan. But through all of those trials I learned so much about myself. I'm not the same little girl I was so many years ago. I appreciate her for who she was. So impressionable, naive, adorable. But I'm very different now. 
In my 20s I fell so deep in love, not just once but (at least) twice.  I've learned when to compromise and what I simply won't put up with. 
So often I hear people say: "I wish I knew then what I know now." I'm not there yet. If I'd known what I know now, there ar…