Or will this be the birthday I’ll long remember as the one where I lost my mind. I’ve had friends who’ve viewed turning thirty with a sense of reluctance or fear, but it truly hadn’t bothered me. I didn’t feel like I was kissing my youth goodbye, trading in my heels for house slippers. Mainly because I turned a little crazy when I turned twenty-nine and decided my life didn’t fit me anymore. That it needed shaking up. That I was going to travel. So as my thirtieth birthday approached, I’d so far viewed it with a sense of equanimity. I thought I was being Zen about the whole thing. Crazy was so
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