Incoming Birthday Girl
With my 30th birthday approaching like a hangover from your early 20s, I began contemplating how I got to where I am today. It sounds dramatic but, please bear with me.
I will be turning 28 next month and have made my peace with the fact. In fact, I am ready to embrace the entangled wonders of being a reasonably shitty adult with the confidence of an older man in a public sauna. Don’t mistake my word choice of using shitty as an adjective for self demeanour, for I am more than happily enamoured
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