This is the last 2 hours of being in my 20's and I do not think I will miss it one single bit. My 20's seemed like just a super extended adolescence, only filled mostly with me fooling myself that I had it all together. So maybe I did "get it together" or whatever, but I never had it together as much as I thought I did. There was always some rock unturned, some corner unswept, or some big giant haze following over my head, all pretty in pink, protecting me from what I love to call REAL reality. Now that I am turning 30, I am truly ready to face the dark clouds that have always been there, violently blowing the dirt and scum around in the attic of my mind, burying it into the corners and leaving the filth hidden beneath the trinkets that always just sit there for no reason. It's time to dive in.
I'll never forget the winds outside on this day. I'll never forget having all my bottom molars pulled out this very weekend. And I will never forget that I organized one of the hugest events my work has ever had on my 30th birthday. How does everything always make such perfect sense? It BAFFLES ME!!
