In the weeks that followed high school graduation, I recall the collective panic among some of my girl friends already worrying that their time was running out — since in their mind, the timer just started.
They officially began counting the months they had remaining to complete enough internships to qualify for an entry-level position at a company that could prepare them to be accomplished in their career by the time they’re ready to have children with the husband they’d successfully met and dated long enough to marry, buy a home and begin a family with.
That was not me.
I feel behind
Even as a teenager, I had understood that 30 was the new 20…
