How in the world did that manage to happen already?
I've been trying really hard to deal with my upcoming birthday, but the closer it gets, the less well I seem to be handling it. I don't know why I'm all freaked out about it. I've got plans to be with my friends and family, doing fun stuff. That's going to be a big load of awesome.
It's the number that bothers me.
Somehow, I feel like I should have done more with my life by now. I should have a career, not just a job. You know? Or maybe you don't know.
It's like an early mid-life crisis, but not quite as bad.
Man. I don't want to be around me as I approach 50!