Well, I'm officially 'in my 30s' and I don't know how I feel about it. I've written so many thought provoking birthday and milestone posts over my past 11 years blogging, and right now I don't even have the words.
Turning 30 didn't scare me as much as 28 or 29 so I don't think I expected 31 to feel this way. It's strange, it doesn't feel real. It feels like time is going by too fast and I can't quite catch it in my hands. It feels like it's constantly slipping through my fingers and it feels morbid. It feels like I don't have enough time to live, it feels like there is a countdown clock hanging above my head, ticking until it gets down to the wire.
Realistically and logically, I know that's not true but there's something inside me that doesn't feel quite right.
In my head, I'm 17 years old. I'm no older than 20, that's for sure, and I don't physically feel like I'm getting older. Sure, I could use some botox, but I don't think I'm aging. I feel the same way I felt physically at 23.
It doesn't feel real that 10 years have passed since I turned 21 and could legally drink. Now my friends are married and they're having babies, and I'm still in this weird in-between place. I don't feel ready to get married nad have a family, which doesn't really matter because I'm single and haven't swiped on a dating app in months.




















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