During my twenties, nothing about being me felt much different than it ever had.
I’d accumulated some nicer clothes and I had prescription eyeglasses, but otherwise, I just felt like the same Sally making her way through life. In my thirties, I gradually started to feel more like an adult. You know, like parents, or the people in car commercials. I’d hear myself explaining what an insurance deductible is or I’d realize that I declined a second drink so I could have a good workout in the morning.