On my 28th birthday, I had a panic attack about turning 30. I had just gotten married, and I think I was scared of how my life wasn’t really anything like I’d wanted. I didn’t go to cosmetology school like I’d wanted to since I was 12 years old. I had just started a corporate sales job that I already hated. I had a few friends I never saw, and the people I did hang out with were my (ex-)husband’s friends, who I’d always felt never really liked me. On my  ...