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I woke up from a good night’s sleep this morning. I usually do well with six hours of sleep, and in my early twenties, I remember going to work with just four hours of rest and still getting the job done. Well, most of it, at least. But I have come to realize that life does not work like that anymore. My body hurts slightly when I wake up, and I feel every other way, but good.
I wondered why. Why do I feel like this? Am I doing something wrong? I might slouch in my chair at work sometimes, but I make sure to sit in a good posture for most of the time. As I thought deeper, the truth dawned on me.
I am not in my twenties anymore.
Enter the “Dirty Thirties”. A few decades back, this was the age where people were actually living their lives — getting married, having kids, buying a house or even driving a brand new sedan from the nearest dealership. But for an average millennial like me, the thirties isn’t all fun and games. While I may have managed to achieve some of the goals mentioned above, I am still paying a hefty price that came along with them.
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