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July 08, 2006
My Frigging 29th Birthday
I don't want to be 29. It's so old-sounding. 23-28 did not bother me, but this is unacceptable. It's too close to 30. I haven't done anything that I wanted to do when I was 23. Have not become fluent in Spanish, have not lived or really traveled abroad, have not gone to graduate school, have not chosen a career path. Can't even make meringues. Can't even spell meringues. I was somewhat looking forward to my birthday yesterday, but at some point I realized how old I'd be and this morning is just awful. How could this have happened? It's odd -- during the past few years, when someone asks my age, I've had to think about it. I've even done the "So, let's see, I was born in '77, and it's 2006, so...." thing. I've clearly been in denial about my advancing age, because so much should have gotten done by now that hasn't. And don't go saying that I've done all of this great stuff because it'll just make me feel worse. Now I'm going to go eat some expensive brunch with an alcoholic drink (because at least I'm over 21 -- how come that part took FOREVER?) to make myself feel better.
Posted by csageday at July 8, 2006 01:36 PM
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Happy Birthday, Cindy!!
Posted by: Megan & Jason & Asher at July 9, 2006 05:34 PM
Think that's depressing, consider this: I was 29 when I met you! (Which was a long time ago.)
Oh and happy birtday. You are doing great!
Posted by: jm at July 11, 2006 01:30 PM
Happy Birthday Cindy! I can't even remember when I was 29! Someone once told me the best years of his life were 25-35 but then again he stayed 48 for the 4 years I knew him and I think he was just flattering me, me being you know young and foolish at the time. Roll on the Big 3-0, something to get your teeth into.
Posted by: Tony at July 12, 2006 08:39 PM