As of yesterday, I am now 31 years old. To me, every birthday is a celebration of how far I’ve come.
For everyone else over the age of 25 who finds out it’s my birthday, it’s an opportunity to almost apologize for it and ask me “how it feels to be another year older”. Or maybe “how does it feel to be OVER 30 now?”
To be entirely honest, I find great pleasure in telling them “it feels fucking great”. [Read more…]