Turning thirty has been so surreal. It doesn’t feel like it’s actually happening, like I’m watching time fly past me but I can’t even appreciate it or experience it fully. And it. Just. Keeps. Going. I’m going to turn thirty-two in a few months and I feel like I can’t keep up. A lot of really great things have happened since I turned thirty and also some pretty crappy things. Hard lessons and traumatic events seem to follow you no matter the age. Which is very disappointing.
