YEAR 29

When I was younger, I once read a book that recorded diary entries of women in the Victorian era. I’m not sure why this was my book of choice at the time, but this rather simple quote stuck for reasons beyond me. “Today I turn 20 years old. Oh, how very old.” So, every year when my birthday comes around, I change the number accordingly and say this to myself. “Today I turn 29 years old. Oh, how very old.” Continue reading “YEAR 29”