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Today I turn Thirty-one. Thirty-fun. Thirty-young.

Apparently I have a reputation for celebrating too much and too long, because my dad asked me why I wasn't having some sort of party and someone else asked me why I was only celebrating one weekend (in shock). Hah. What? I like to celebrate life, not just particularly mine, yours too. But I wasn't really looking forward to this one.

I'm afraid the novelty of being 30(+) has worn off. Truth is, singledom and aging gives me so much anxiety. I guess that's given. I want life with the man, kids and a dog and it takes time to put that setup into place. “Time is tickin’,” I'm always sayin’…

And then I saw this yesterday, through my usual random IG lurking and it couldn't have been any more appropriate.

I'm always forgetting. Always freaking the fuck out, but I needed the reminder, because everything seems to be working out so far.