30 is the benchmark isn’t it? As a child, I feel like it’s universally accepted that by 30 you’ll have your life together. In fact, that idea remains pretty prevalent in your mind until one day, all of a sudden, you’re a stone’s throw away from it, you look around the attic/bedroom you’re living in and realise: “I don’t think I’m gonna make it.” And there is no clearer indication of this than…