*I found this saved in my drafts from about a year and a half ago. It seems pretty indicative of my personality to start something and not finish it. I have no idea where this post was going, but figured I'd publish it since I apparently had something important I needed to get off my chest at some point.
The Chinese call this the year of the tiger. I call it the year of crap.
I have not adjusted to turning thirty well. Granted, I've been thirty for about nine months now and it's nothing at all new, but it still sucks.
At age thirty, I've hit just about every adult milestone there is to hit aside from divorce and applying for Social Security. By age thirty, I've married and had all of my children. What's next? Watch the little monsters grow? Yeah. Pretty much. So, here I wait.
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