September 26, 2013
I'm going to turn thirty this month. Being twenty-nine doesn't gradually transform into the big 3-0. It's going to all happen in one day, down to the second. I'll be whip-lashed to the point of no return. Down hill. I've been talking about it all year, and I'll never be ready. After it happens, I'll still be in shock and suffer denial. One day I'll be an elderly worn woman that shows a picture of my young self to a teen and say, "I used to be smokin back in the day". I won't recognize my reflection.