Today is my birthday.
I’m 29. Twenty-nine. XXIX.
The. Last. One. Before. Thirty.
Which I find pretty crazy, insane, and hard to believe. How is it that we, as humans, never stop feeling 18? Or 22? Or some age within that glorious college, or just-post-college age? Is it intentional or subconscious? Discuss.
Anyways, I’m not begging for “Happy Birthday” comments here. I just find that every birthday that comes around, I cannot believe how many have passed since X or Y happened. And I figured you guys could relate 🙂
Any other June birthdayers out there? Gems or Cancers?