31

I have very mixed feelings about turning 31 today. Not celebrating (or being happy about it, or whatever) is a waste – life is worth celebrating. So…31 – awesome. On the other hand, it’s kind of a hard one. I wouldn’t have guessed, after all the whining I did about turning 30. Just kidding. Okay, I whined a little. (Off topic: maybe I should have chosen “Sentence Fragments” as my title). Anyway, whenever I have a birthday, I can’t help but evaluate where I’m at and where I’m going. I’m assuming other people do this too, but I can’t think if I’ve ever actually asked anyone. 31 is a big question mark for me. I’m already trying to kind of figure that out right now, and I’m still at a bit of a loss. “Bit” may be understated. Too bad this isn’t a math question. I’d have the answer: 31.

(and written today: I have further thoughts on this, but I'm going to just post this for now, unaltered. It's kind of poorly written, but again, posted as I wrote it yesterday).