I am a proud Latina born into a lineage of some strong ass Chingona women.— Marisol Salgado.
So, I turned 30 at the beginning of this year. Let me tell you it was hard. How hard you ask? How about extreme sadness boarding on depression sad. As a woman turning 30 hits differently. At least that is what I think. It started about a month before I turned 30. Saying it out loud “I’m 30” gives me an ick feeling. It was just like a sense of impending doom. I could literally see my youth fade away. All I thought was here comes the decline of my youth (insert dramatic “cries in Spanish” meme).
Here’s the thing. No one in my family has experience turning 30 like I have. If you don’t already know I am a Latina through and through. All the generations of women before me were married and had kids at my age. My mom had 3 kids by the time she was 30, and I’m sure my grandmother had more than 3 by the age of 30 too. I am living a complete different 30’s. What do I do? I look around at my cousins and you know coming from a Mexican family I have plenty of cousins in the same age range. ALL with KIDS. Pressure to settle down, get married, be an adult? Maybe. Can I hear the tick of my biological clock? YES, and let me tell you it’s getting louder. Thirty, I still can’t wrap my head around it.
Reflecting back on these past 9 months my 30’s have been amazing. A good friend told me 30’s are just like your 20’s but with money and they weren’t wrong. This year has been full of travel, setting and reaching goals, and last but not least, setting a foundation for the rest of this amazing decade ahead of me. Head over to listen to episode one of my podcast Oye, Let’s Talk: Thirty, Latina, Sin Hijos y Sin Marido. Where I speak more about why this can be a hard conversation to have with our family.