31

I’m no longer 30; now I’m in my thirties. 30 began and ended the same way: my day-job cutting my contract short days before I began a new year. While disheartening, it is a blessing in disguise. I was feeling a down during my final lunch break. In spite of my hesitance, I went with […]

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30 Something

30 is not the new 20: ┬áIt’s 30…that in itself makes it the shit. I meant to write this eight or nine days ago; but I spent my thirtieth birthday mostly hungover from celebrating, brunching with my three favorite people on the planet (in which mimosas brought back the hangover), working, and Thanksgiving…. Nonetheless, I’m […]

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