…Except one year younger…
That unbridled joy, the eagerness to plunge into another year of existence dribbles out through your pores, replaced by a constant dread cementing in your stomach. Age is now “significant,” birthdays have “meaning,” years have “gravity,” all of it like a crow pecking on the inside of your skull. So you’re turning 28? Only two more years to 30! And you know what they say about women at 30. Oh, and you’d better have your career all worked out – wait, you don’t? You’ve almost finished your twenties! What’ve you been doing all this time? All these other people have done great things by 28 – but I guess you’re still “working it out.”
Yup, that pretty much sums it up…perfectly…Thank you Miss Opinionista for writing my blog post today…you took the words right out of my mouth.
Read the rest of the birthday post here.