30. I am 30. How did this even happen? I could't even see past 18 and ZOOOOOM! Here's 30! I know, I am freaking out. Being irrational...but I am hormonal, sick and 30. Wow.
I am still in shock, but I am told there is nothing I can do about it but get over it, so yeah...
What will being 30 mean for me? Good question. I hope a lot less tears and a lot more laughs. I was listening to the radio the other day and Tim McGraw's "My Next 30 Years" came on. This time I really listened to it, like an old person would, and decided he had some good ideas...listen:
I especially like the "maybe now I've conquered all my adolescent fears and I'll do it better in my next 30 years" line. I have a lot of adolescent fears to conquer. I am terrified of dying, I sometimes miss going out all night (then when I do I decide its not so cool and I wished I would have stayed home), I hate going to work because I'd rather play...those kinds of stupid things. I am also terrified of getting old. Who knows why. Scott doesn't seem to have any issue with it. He is just more laid back I guess.
I know I keep promising some garden pics, and I swear I have them, I just haven't had the time to sift through them all and sit down to blog. So for now you get me bitching about random things. All 1 of you who reads this blog. haha
Happy Spring, and enjoy the nice weather!
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