It’s less than a week to my 30th birthday.
I’ve been giving my age as 30 in informal conversations for over a year (you say 29 and everyone assumes you are lying) so there’s no real shock or bump with this one. Also, nearly every change I’ve made in the last five years has been for the better. You could not pay me enough to go back to 25.
But there is a birthday, so I might as well do an annual report card.
Family pictures, family gatherings, and way too much caffeine.
These are my only excuses. Please bear with the crazy.
How are things?
I hear it was pretty
crazy over there.
Sniffed some butts.
Sat on a lot of laps.
Ate some pizza.
Asking for help is hard.
It shouldn’t be. It should be natural to ask someone taller to reach a high shelf or someone stronger to help you move that cabinet. In a perfect world, no one would struggle vainly to open the mayonnaise jar when it’s only a few steps to the sink and hot water.