29

So I am now 29. I normally never get depressed about getting older, but it seems like something hit met this year. It has been a slow process, but I feel like it was most rapid this year.

I am:
an adult, married, and have a career.

I don't:
Have many real friends to hang out with, do much besides work, have much interest in things I once did, feel that great about it all(except for the marriage thing, that has been the best thing to ever happen to me).

My birthday this year really seemed to just sum it up, and throw it in my face. I don't think it is a bad thing, but the realization just came on pretty strong.

And then I find myself laughing at this:



So maybe it isn't really that big of a deal.