So I’m trying to deal with another birthday without sounding melodramatic or narcissistic, but it really does feel like someone hit the fast-forward button a while back. I’m looking for some way to put it into words, but this is truly the first birthday I’ve genuinely been in a funk about. I’ve always made tongue in cheek comments about getting older. Hell, I probably thought I was old at 22. The problem is now I am playing for keeps. The 30s seem so very serious and it does genuinely feel like the littlest mundane decisions have life repercussions.

I thought I would be able to afford to buy a house or have a solid career track at this point in my life. I probably even envisioned a couple of kids by now. I’m tired of talking about it and everyone around me is tired of hearing it. So today I say goodbye to the big 3-0.