So, that time of year finally rolled around. I’m one year older, but it doesn’t feel any different. I don’t know, after 21 my age doesn’t seem to matter too much to me. I actually started to dread it. July 24th would hit and I’d be like, “fuuuuck…I’m another year closer to 30”. Makes no sense really since I have 6 years until I can apply for my 30 & Over Club Card.
But, somewhere between destroying my head on the spice rack the other night and waking up this morning I kind of embraced it.