Today, I turned 29.

This feels like a birthday sandwiched between two goalpost birthdays. 30 - being an important symbol of “have-your-shit-together”ness, and 28 - being important because it means I fortunately didn’t get to join the 27 Club.

I like 29. It’s a good year to get a head start on 30 so 30 doesn't spin you into an existential crisis.

Although, the 40ers will laugh at 30ers and say wait for the real existential crisis that's coming! And the 50ers will too and so on and so forth.

But, maybe we should just put less emphasis and anxiety on how many times the Earth has gotten around the Sun since the day of our birth. Then, we might all be able to just enjoy today.