So when I initially started my blogging career, I was 21.
(Yikes, I know.) And if you had told me in 2003 that I would totally be okay
with being 30, I probably would have laughed at you.
The truth is I freaking DREADED this birthday coming up. My
29th year of life SUCKED because I endlessly obsessed about how many
hours, days, weeks it was until I would have to give up my 20-hoodedness.
Could I still shop at
Forever 21?
Would I suddenly want
to have kids and get married?
Would I realize how
much my life really sucks?!
Well, no. None of this came to pass. When I turned 30 I had
the two biggest parties of my life, in MY honor, surrounded by people I love
and adore beyond words. Looking around
at everyone, I thought, “Man, I have met some awesome people along the way.”
And my 30th year of life did not disappoint. In
April, I accidentally bumped into Eric Erlandson of HOLE - the band I emulated
in my high school cover band, Velvet. This lead me to seeing Courtney Love
perform with them LIVE FRONT ROW. Then in May, my childhood friend Janelle and
I ventured to the Pacific Northwest to visit Aberdeen, Wa., where my beloved
Kurt Cobain grew up. I had a short story
published on www.tripcity.com in June. t’s
all a blur pretty much after that.
I went to Dollywood.
I work with a lot of people who are in their early 20’s. And
they tell me how scared they are of becoming 30 but I tell them it’s not that
bad.
So next time I talk to you and I’m being a contradictory
Pisces, remind me of this blog post and remind me of the shit I did in 2012.
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