32

I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling… 32? How’d we get to this point? I thought I was still young. Now my back hurts, my hair is leaving me faster than my mom left my dad and I’m still living in a tiny room in my parents house. Where did it all go wrong? Did it all go wrong? 

Friends, it’s my birthday today. I’m not a big birthday person per se, but I do like to always take a moment to just acknowledge the passing of time with some nice dinner. Tonight is pizza because I like pizza. Maybe one day I’ll resign to maturity. But a lot has happened in the past year. I started my new job over a year ago and I finally succeeded in spending a second year at the same school. The downside of internships is that you generally leave again after a year.

I’ve also done a ton of writing this past year. I’ll do some more before the calendar year is over. I’m going to keep this short anyway since I’m tired after a long day of work. 32 doesn’t feel all that different from 31. I’m still working on myself and trying to improve my life. I don’t feel older per se, and I guess I’ve reached the age where that becomes less obvious with each year. My cat is sleeping behind me which always makes me feel at ease.

Not much to say here, I’m sorry for wasting your time, but I just wanted to say some things on this blessed day. To another year of writing!