Calendaring
I had a long chat with my friend last week, and she made a remark about turning 25 this year. She seemed a little uneasy about it, and I felt a real kinship with her. I felt the same about that particular birthday (but I got a cool cake that year—I even blogged about it and the accompanying angst of aging). But I feel that uneasiness again now, because I’m turning 30 this summer (have I not told you that I was born in 1990, that this year I get a new first digit, that it’s a milestone year, that my youth has slipped through my hands, that I’m not panicking I don’t know why you’d think that it’s a big deal because obviously it’s not and I don’t bring it up in every conversation that I have why would anyone do that?). But I told my friend how awesome 25 ended up being, and I wasn’t even lying. That year was really amazing. And on the heels of my last blog post , I’m trying to decide that 30 is going to be amazing too. Doubts and fears so often end up being unfounded, so why gi...