Day 58: Last week I hastily wrote a draft about turning 31. It was late at night and I was nervous about being older — so many things I want to do I haven’t done, everything I want to be I’m still not. Work consumed me and it wasn’t until last night was I able to re-read what I’d originally written.
But having spent the entire last week in SF with my favorite people, the draft became what it was always meant to be — a draft. I’ve clicked on delete as a birthday present to myself.
Here’s to being human. Here’s to 31.