Today, I am 29.
I have to say, being 29 doesn’t seem like that big of a deal.
Sure, I’m one year closer to being 30.
But that doesn’t really scare me. Of course, it might be a different story next year.
This year, however, I’m just fine with being 29.
It’s nothing compared to when I turned 25 — which has been four years ago now. That was a rough time in my life. It was a time when I felt it was time to grow up and be more responsible.
“We’re still waiting for that to happen,” one of my co-workers told me, in jest.
She was partially right. I still haven’t “grown up.” And I don’t anticipate that changing anytime soon.
But for today, I’m going to enjoy my birthday and becoming one year older.