Death to Your 20s: A Love Letter to the ‘95 Babies Hitting 30

MJ Wynn
Apr 14
3 min read

Updated: May 25

Hey fam! 🌸 Pull up a seat - let's have a heart-to-heart about this whole turning 30 thing...

Real talk? takes deep breath Your 20s are wrapping up, and you're about to walk (or maybe wobble) into your thirties. Wild, right? 💫

Thirty.

Three. Zero. ✨

Let that sink in for a minute...

Remember when you'd watch your older friends hit 30 and think, "That's so... adult"?

Meanwhile, we were out here living our chaotic truth - eating cold pizza for breakfast, thinking health insurance was optional (spoiler: it's really not), and telling ourselves "one more episode" at 1 AM was totally fine. Narrator: it was not. 😅

But here you are now. Plot twist of the century - it's your turn. 🎭

The Farewell Tour of Our 20s 🌹

Let's get real for a second - this milestone hits different. Our 20s? Pure beautiful chaos. A decade of trial and error, epic stories, "learning experiences" (aka mistakes we don't talk about anymore), and enough coffee to power a small city. We were out there raw dogging life - hopping between jobs that didn't serve us, watching friendships evolve (or dissolve), and mastering the art of creative bill-paying. 🎢

If we're being honest, we spent these years pretending to have it all figured out while secretly Googling things like "how to adult?" at 3 AM 😩

And now? The credits are rolling.

The end.

Fade to black.

We can't keep using "I'm still in my 20s!" as our get-out-of-jail-free card anymore, fam. Suddenly the world expects us to understand things like investment strategies and tax deductions (but seriously, what IS a Roth IRA?). They want us stretching before workouts, hydrating before happy hour, and scheduling our own doctor's appointments like... when did we sign up for this? 🤷‍♀️

Like, excuse me?

The Dawn of Our Dirty Thirties 🦋

But wait - hear me out...

What if 30 isn't actually the end?

What if it's just... the beginning of something better?

Think about it, fam - your 20s were basically life's beta testing phase (bugs and all). We spent a whole decade figuring out who we are, what we want, and which red flags actually mean STOP. Now? We get to use all that hard-earned wisdom. For real. 📝

No more draining friendships. No more soul-crushing jobs. No more FOMO when we'd rather be home with our emotional support water bottle and true crime obsession. 💅

We're entering our "life on our own terms" era, babes. Trading anxiety for authenticity. Choosing inner peace over people-pleasing. Living in a world where self-care isn't selfish, boundaries aren't negotiable, and having actual groceries in the fridge feels better than any night out. 🧘‍♀️

You're still you - just with better judgment, stronger boundaries, and the confidence to actually use them. ✨

Raising a Glass to What's Next 🥂

So here's to you, '95 fam - one last toast to your messy, beautiful 20s. To the situationships that taught you better, the hangovers that humbled us(yes, even me), and all the plot twists that made us who we are today.

And now? Let's welcome our thirties with open arms.

Here's to actually having our shit together (mostly). To knowing our worth and not apologizing for it. To buying furniture that wasn't assembled with an Allen wrench. To understanding that getting older isn't about losing youth - it's about gaining perspective, power, and the ability to say "no" without feeling guilty.

Because if our 20s were beautiful chaos, our 30s are about to be controlled magic. ✨

This one's for you. The '95 crew. The new members of the 30s club. The ones who survived the chaos and emerged stronger, wiser, and still delightfully weird (because some things never change, thank god).

Let's make this next chapter unforgettable.

Peace out, 20s. You taught us well. But 30s? We're ready to shine. 💫✨

🌷 Signed, MJ