As you can tell from the above ticker, in seven short sleeps I will be turning 30 years young.
And I'm okay with that.
Sure, I make the expected comments, sighs and groans that make me seem upset -- or even depressed -- about this milestone birthday...afterall, isn't that an unspoken rule or something?
But truth be told, I don't feel any aprehension or dismay about this fast approaching birthday. I still feel young, I still look young, I still act young (well, other than moments like this, that is)...and that's what matters.
Exhibit A: This picture was taken a couple of months ago. Does this woman in the picture look like she's on the verge of turning thirty?
Exhibit B: This self-portrait was taken just this morning after my latest haircut. Does the woman in this picture look like she's a mere week away from turning thirty?
Maybe I look my age and maybe I don't. But my point is...I have three words to say to my 30th birthday; to January 15, 2009. And they are....
BrInG! iT! oN!