[vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][vc_column_text css=”.vc_custom_1424851622666{margin-bottom: -12px !important;}”]I roared into the first two years of my twenties.

Six years later and all anyone can talk about is 30.

Some of you are already there. Most of you, actually. Even the ones who aren’t, I still get a sense of finality from you when you talk about leaving your twenties.

And you’ve already imparted your wisdom…It usually goes something like this:

“Oh, [insert age here that isn’t 30], you’re closer to 30 than you are to 20.”

So I’ve listened and I’ve learned from you – Thirty starts at twenty-eight.

For me, that’s today.

If the first two years of my twenties shaped the second coming of adolescence, then the last two years of my twenties will shape how my peers perceive me at 30.

Editor’s Note: I’m very self-aware. And welcome to my blog. 

There’s a lot I envision for my last two years of this decade. Like any president’s second term, I realize most people view this as a lame duck period.

If you’re younger than me, I might as well be 30. And if you’re older than me, you know exactly how that feels.

If there’s one thing we can all agree on, I’m too old for the club.

Let’s walk through this together:

Twenty: Fake ID, Spring Break. College basements and light beer.

Twenty-One: Real ID, $2 Tuesdays. College Basements and light beer.

Twenty-Two: The real world. For millennials (myself included), this means moving home.

Twenty-Three: Like hotels skip floor 13, I’m skipping this one. But take a risk. And be selfish. No one likes you anyway.

Twenty-Four: If heartbreak hasn’t hit you yet, it hits you here.

Twenty-Five: If you moved back home, its time to move out. And buy a nice suit. Suits start fitting much better.

Twenty-Six: The luster wears off words like ‘potential’ and people start talking to you about ‘results.’ Only drink craft beer.

Twenty-Seven: Health insurance. It’s a thing.

Now somehow we’ve related to each other in just a few short words.

In fact, I’ve caught you thinking about the same non-specifics of certain years of your twenties like I did when I wrote this post.

Take a minute, enjoy it.

If you’re still in it, good. If not, enjoy the fact that you’re reading this as I’m going through it.

I’ll catch up to you, someday.

In the meantime, let’s enjoy these next two years together. Over the next 104 weeks, you can expect at least 104 posts from me.

My goal is to write a book based on this blog – a guidebook for millennial entrepreneurs – mainly because so many people just don’t get us.

But whether they like it or not, we’re here.

And we’re no longer ‘up and coming.’ We’re no longer cheap labor.

We’re management. We’re decision makers.

We’re 30, almost.

This is the place I’ll recollect what got me to this point  – risk, heartbreak, luck, moxie, bravado and ignorance – and I’ll be brutally honest about my personal experiences.

You deserve that for reading a dot-com with my name in the URL.

I might use click-bait to get you here sometimes, but if you’ve read this far, that won’t apply to you.

Sincerely,

 

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