This is the last Friday of my 27th year on earth. I’m sad. A few days ago I posted about my son turning 10 this year and how shocking it is for me. Shouldn’t be, but it is, we see birthdays go by and think nothing of it until suddenly it dawns on us that 5 are gone since the last time we noticed.

I don’t know about you, but I used to look forward to getting older, but I’m finding, I’m not so excited about aging anymore. I still believe my 30’s will be the best years of my life, but I’m not so anxious to get there now.

I still have a lot to learn. I’m a little scared of the future, but then, who isn’t? I don’t know as much as I want to know, have as much as I want to have, I haven’t traveled as much as I would’ve liked to by now.

I don’t wanna grow up. I like blaring my music too loud, drinking too much and acting a fool when I want to. In a few years, that’ll be something only 20 somethings do, and I won’t be one of them. This sucks.