I've had something on my mind recently. It involves the number 31. If you haven't guessed it already, this number represents my age in just eleven short days and it affirms that I am hurtling into my thirties. I could have sworn that just last year I was in Las Vegas celebrating my 21st birthday. Where did the time run away, to?
Don't misunderstand, though. I'm not upset about it, it's just...different. I guess I am trying to say that even though I may be hurtling into my thirties at an unimaginable speed, I'm taking it surprisingly well and in stride. I like where my maturity sits. Trust me. I thought I showed the world whats, what, at 23 but it turns out that I didn't know,
Any ways. It looks like I will be having a pretty big year to celebrate my 31 years of life, and I can't wait to see what I learn, experience, fail, and accomplish.
So yeah. Thirty-friggin'-one. Bring it.