This is it.

Well, today is my last day in my 20s.

Not sure how I feel about this. Like 65% of the time I am totally fine with it. Then about 15% I freak out that I can't possibly be 30!!! The other 10%? I fluctuate between ambivalence, excitement, and complete horror.

Everyone over 30 (for the most part) keeps telling me I should be happy. "The 30s were/are my favorite decade," they say. "I knew who I was, I was happy with that person, I had the most fun, etc etc."

Okay, I can see what they mean. I do know who I am, and I am very happy with that person (for the most part). I have dear friends, wonderful family, an adorable puppy. I love my job and where I live. BUT I still have so much I want to do - travel more, buy a house, get married and have kids - and part of me gets nervous that I'm running out of time! Dumb, probably, but there you go.

Alas, none of it really matters I suppose. Because, as they so wisely say, time marches on. And I am thrilled to be able to celebrate another year! :D