I am not a fan of those popular posts that make there way around social media about what people should do (and the like) in their twenties, thirties, forties, etc. I especially loathe them because how they all seemingly push back any real adult-like responsibilities until at least your thirties.

These posts only normalize even more our culture’s extended adult adolescence and pushes back the healthy pressure to “grow up.” The other day, Trevin Wax at The Gospel Coalition wrote an excellent post on this very thing. He writes,

Today is my 33rd birthday. And today, like every year, friends on Twitter will express their disbelief at my age.

On one side, there are those who tease me for being older than I look. On the other side, there are those who are surprised I’m not older, based on the fact I’m busy in so many things.

Regarding the latter group, I’m surprised people are surprised. Historically, adult landmarks and life accomplishments haven’t been postponed to the thirties.

But it’s true. Many people today have accepted the fact that people “grow up” later. We get married later. We have kids later. (The fact that Corina and I have three kids, with one who will turn 10 tomorrow, isn’t normal nowadays.)

Pundits wring their hands and pastors mourn the state of “perpetual adolescence.”

You can read the entire post here. I highly recommend it.