
It almost seems a little surreal right now. For some reason it doesn’t seem like my birthday. I remember a time when I never wanted to live past 27 years old. Now I’ve made it through two more birthday’s. I am 29. I still can’t believe I’m so close to 30. I know everyone says that your 30’s are your best years yet, but I have a terrible fear of aging. I know I can’t be young and beautiful forever, and there’s a lot more to life than physical appearance. At least I still have one year of my 20’s left, although I know it will fly by super fast. Today is also bittersweet because it’s my kitty Chloe’s birthday as well. She would have been 17 years old. She almost made it. I think it’s amazing that we shared the same birthday. I wish she was still here with me.
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