Tonight, when I picked up my mail, I got excited. Because I got a card. Real, fun mail! As opposed to bills and the latest pizza deal.
Then I realized what it was. An early birthday card. (Sent by an aunt on an extended holiday so got her mail out early).
34 days till my 30th birthday.
As if the obsessive countdown wasn't enough, I now have tangible proof of it's impending arrival.
I've known I wasn't going to handle it well, but the last couple days I started to think I was going to make it through okay in the end.
Then the card arrived. Maybe not so okay in the end.
And while I smile at this aunt who, in this time of e-cards always sends a real card, and while I look at the pretty cartoon-sketch flowers and swirls on the card, I try to tell myself that I didn't just have the last month of my 20s robbed by this early card. And that it's really just a sign of all the wonderful things to come.
And then, once I've calmed myself down, I completely freak out.
Ah yes. CAn't wait for the upcoming month. :p
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I am *SO* right there with you, only my timeframe is shorter (uh, tomorrow!) and my milestone is scarier (40! There's no POSSIBLE way I could be 40!)
I also dreaded 30, but once I got there it wasn't as bad as I had imagined. In fact, my 30's were the best years of my life (so far!) and I wish the same for you.
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