Today is November 1st. It begins a small countdown to my birthday. My 30th birthday to be exact. Should I be excited or should I be depressed? It marks the end of my twenties and the beginning of my thirties, omg, my thirties! I still wanna see myself as that young girl playing tetherball at recess. You know, the good ol’ days where there were no responsiblites, no bills to pay, and that carefree life where my biggest worry was to get a good grade on my spelling test.

Really, where did all that time go and why did it have to go so fast? When I turned 13, I was all chill because I was finally a teenager. At 16, I thought I was the bomb because I was finally able to drive. I knew I was an adult at 18, but that didn’t matter so much to me. Then, when I turned 21, I thought it was the coolest thing because I was legally able to gamble and buy alcohol. After 21 though, I don’t really think there are any other birthdays to really look forward to. Well maybe my 100th birthday but I can’t even think that far along .

Well here is me a few days after I was born. Check out that full head of hair.