I’m 30.

I don’t have too much to say about that.

I said everything I wanted to say last year in my post about turning 29.

Because turning 29 felt like a page in the book “The Monster at the End of This Book” where Grover says “don’t turn the page!” because each page you turn gets you closer to the end of the book (and the monster). Turning 29 was like turning a page that was getting me closer to 30. Now that it’s here, it’s not that bad, just like the monster at the end was lovable, furry Grover and not scary at all. Sure, 20-something sounds better, but 30-something will be ok. I’ll get used to it. :)


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