Piece of Shit #23

30 is the New...30?

Ok. Ok. I'll say it. Not because I am, well I sort of am, but because it's expected. Ugh. I'm sorry I haven't written in a long time. There it's done. Let's get back to business...

In February I turned 29 and began descending upon the last year of my 20's. I'm now 8 months away from the end of the decade that was expected to be the most definitive of my life. Even as I type that I don't know what it means. "The most definitive decade of my life...". I want in many ways to agree with that. Looking back on the past 10 years I think I've morphed through many different personalities and people, all the while maintaining my awesome humor and spunk. However, as 30 draws near I'm not sure what will actually define the decade of my 20s, other than loads of questions were posed, many were answered, and many are still waiting to be answered. It's said in pop culture, or maybe just in crap girly magazines, that 30 is the new 20. I sincerely hope that is not true. I'm turning 30 and I want to understand that I've earned it. I hunted, scoured, searched, and trekked high and low, coast to coast (literally) to earn myself the 30 years that I'm closing in on. I have absolutely no desire to be 20 again. Because in reality my life is in many ways not that different on the surface. I'm still single and looking for certainties. The exception is that there are far less certainties that elude me. I know that having money makes things easier, but it isn't everything. I know that I can't control everything and there is no use in trying. I know that waking up alone can be a really wonderful thing. I know that sometimes things just are and sometimes they just aren't. I know my skin. I know my heart. I know my mind. And I will gladly keep learning as they continue to surprise and educate me. After all, the most valuable lesson my 20's have taught me is that "What is past is prologue" and prologue only. But oh, what a hell of a prologue it has been. And that, my Friends, is some goooooooood shit.