Tomorrow I turn 30. It’s sort of weird staring it in the face like this. Going from 9 to 10 wasn’t all that weird, neither was 19 to 20 because I was so caught up in getting to 21. I think this is probably the biggest birthday for me since turning 21. Except I don’t get to do anything new like drink.
In my next 30 years I’m going to be more mellow.
Not let little stuff that Aidan does bother me.
Focus on the beautiful and meaningful and sentimental rather than the quantity or cost.
Take more road trips and enjoy Georgia while we’re here.