Well, folks.
This is it.
And everyone seems to feel the need to remind me.
This is it.
And everyone seems to feel the need to remind me.
For example.
While on the phone with my mother this morning,
I mentioned I was going to go for a run.
"Wow. You're last run in your 20's!"
she said.
Man!
And when Gav got up this morning, he said,
"Mom! Tomorrow is your birthday! You're going to be 30!!!"
I know.
And Spencer, as we were driving home,
"Well, honey. 3-0!"
Gah!
And I know that the "in" thing to do right now is to embrace my age.
But.
I can't.
I mean.
When I was a teenager, all my leaders were in their 30's.
They were old.
And I don't know why,
but I've had this nagging feeling that I'm going to wake up tomorrow
and be wrinkly,
and chunky,
and saggy.
It sorta scares me.
Like.
A lot.
Maybe because my brother is 32 and he's confirmed some of my thoughts.
Not that he is wrinkly, chunky, or saggy.
But he has felt the same feelings.
Maybe it doesn't happen overnight.
But.
I'm just saying.
So here we are.
My last night in my 20's.
Here's to hoping that I don't wake up tomorrow looking like this:
It sorta scares me.
Like.
A lot.
Maybe because my brother is 32 and he's confirmed some of my thoughts.
Not that he is wrinkly, chunky, or saggy.
But he has felt the same feelings.
Maybe it doesn't happen overnight.
But.
I'm just saying.
So here we are.
My last night in my 20's.
Here's to hoping that I don't wake up tomorrow looking like this:
G'night.
Wish me luck.
Pic here.
1 comment:
Oh Jordan. You are way to fun, beautiful, and vibrant to let 30 slow you down!
Hope you get spoiled today!
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