It's Not a Midlife Crisis

and other things I'd like to address.

I write to you from the final month — the last couple weeks, really — of my thirties.

“How are you feeeeeling?” says everyone, as though I must feel some way about it. But the tide has yet to arrive.

When I hit thirty, I had a lot of big feelings. I hadn’t accomplished any of what I thought one was “supposed to” by then — the so-called markers of adulthoo…