A new year has dawned and my 29th birthday has come out swinging. I've had the wind knocked out of me before: by desperation, by love, by a hard fall from a swing.. but never by time.
I am emotionally exhausted and feeling a bit dramatic. Such is life, especially a life with ovaries.
I feel a sense mourning for my childhood and the loss of my youth. Hopefully a road trip and some time alone will straighten out my head.
Is 29 this hard for everyone? I really can't wait for 30 to get here. This feels like puberty all over again, without the fun.