FWIW, sarameg, I turned 30 in February, and I've found it to be positvely liberating. New decade! Clean slate!
It probably helped that my twenties were pretty damned tumultuous.
ETA: And I just left the job I've had for the last eight years! Weird.
My 20s were pretty damned BORING. See: hate.change.
Of course, I don't really put a lot of stock in numbers. It's just...there's been a whole helluva lot of drama these past few weeks. It seems like the cherry. And while I like cherries...I'm gonna be 30. No need for cherries. Except that they are in season and now in my new pottery bowl! (Also? My mom had me at 30. Not planning on being a mom, it's just...weird. Like 23 was weird cause that's when she got married.)
Kristin, you've taken an amazing leap, a scary one, and one that hey, worth it. So, go you. Also? I hold teachers in much higher esteem than my crappy job. I still make more than mom, and that's just appalling. What she does, after much longer than I've been employed, is so much more important.
It's no naked mole rat, but it's something.
Well, no! Because naked mole rats are gorgeous, while that thing looks like it just opened the Lost Ark!
Thank you, sarameg. I'm pensive tonight, and that was really nice to read.
ita bobita, I sent you some pictures of men in skirts. Kat has more, but I have been having fun looking.
Thanks, Perky-poo. I have a lot of updating to do this weekend.
Oh, I meant to ask about this earlier: I thought kilts weren't "skirts" or some shit?
Jesse, okay... for me, they sure are. As are sarongs.
Cause when I wear a kilt or sarong, I'm not running around thinking, "Hey look! I'm wearing slacks!" (avoiding the pants issue)