I turn 33 next week, which almost feels significant due to its insignificance. It’s not a major birthday. I’m not entering a new decade or finally awarded new rights like the ability to rent a car or run for president. I am settling into my thirties without having hit any of the major personal milestones I thought might be worked out by this stage. I’m not married. I don’t have children. And my career remains turbulent enough for me to not feel financially stable despite having a financially good year. I am technically an adult, and have been for quite some time, but that feeling of having figured out