When you’re almost thirty, you think that the world as you know it will end at 29.
You are irrational because, as you tell yourself, you can.
Not yet thirty.
Not yet an adult, really.
Not yet thirty, so you’re not yet accountable to yourself and others for your life’s mistakes.
You make mistakes and chalk them up to being not yet thirty because you think you can.
When you’re almost thirty, you make impossible goals for yourself under the premise that you get there by 30.
When you’re almost thirty and realize you’re not there, you have a panic attack first, then regroup and begin to look to thirty as something newly marvelous.