The 30s Struggle: When Your Bed Becomes Your Best Friend

Okay, let’s talk about this 30-plus life, because it’s hitting different, and not in a good way! 😅 So, there I was, all set for a fun night out with my friend at 7 PM. And guess what? By 6:30 PM, I was snuggled up in bed, dodging calls like I was in a game of dodgeball. Seriously, how did I go from being the queen of weekend shenanigans—doing back-to-back plans from Friday to Sunday—to this?

Picture this: Me in my 20s, fueled by energy drinks and questionable decisions, dancing until dawn like I was training for the Olympics. Flash forward to today, and I’m contemplating if I can even muster the energy for one night out—while calculating how long it’ll be before my social battery runs out. Spoiler alert: it’s usually about three hours.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I still try to have fun, but only when I’m on holiday. I mean, I paid good money to be there, so I better enjoy it, right? But back home? Forget about it. The couch is calling my name louder than any party ever could.

So, is this what adulthood has in store for us? Is “tired, old, and antisocial” the new normal? Please tell me I’m not alone in this! Who else is feeling this way? Let's commiserate together—share your stories! Because if this is what growing up looks like, I might just invest in a lifetime supply of cozy blankets and binge-worthy shows!