Here it is. I am one week away from my second annual 29th birthday. Oy. I am having a hard time here. I usually love my birthday. But with a scary year number, I kinda just want it to go away.
And I’m getting a little irked at people telling me I shouldn’t be dreading it as much because “at least” I am “married and have a family.” Yeah, I do. But that doesn’t change the fact that my life is 1/3 of the way over. If I’m lucky.
Whoa. Sorry to get all morbid on you. I don’t know why I’m writing this post. Maybe to remind you to tell me happy birthday next week. And buy me something pretty.