As I’ve mentioned, I’m turning thirty next month. It’s a big number that freaks me out. Don’t comment that 30 is the new 20, or some other goop, because I’m still going to feel anxious about having my next birthday. I don’t think I’m worried about being old, per se, but I feel like being…
Tag: frustration
Tipping the Scales
I forgot the meal portion of my lunch on the kitchen counter this morning. I’m not going to write long about that bit of foolishness, since there isn’t much to tell besides my dejection at finding a granola bar and a moderately bruised and crooked apple in my lunch bag. It seems I only forget…
Blue Speckled Pup 