So that was 28. Tomorrow I’m 29. And I feel all of twelve. Maybe thirteen.
That’s probably why so many people have crises about their age: they never feel what they really are. I’ve managed to elude conventional adulthood for so long, and now I feel the time to girl-up and be a grown-up is upon me.
No wonder I need a medication adjustment
So here’s to 29. May you bring good things.