I've refrained from whining too much about tomorrow. I'm turning 30. It literally almost makes me want to cry. Logically, this doesn't make any sense--and I know it. But no matter how many times I tell myself or Marc tells me that my age really doesn't matter, it still doesn't help. So... no matter how much I hate it, I'm done living my 20s.
Boo.
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2 comments:
I feel for you...I really do. I've got about 5 1/2 months to go till I make the turn into the third decade...ugh...I'm dreading it as much as you are.
I'm glad I'm not alone! Hey, I remember something you posted on your old blog that talked about why people freak out around this time in their lives, with the transition from being "kids" to "adults." Do you remember that or still have the link?
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