It’s that time of year again. My last year before I hit 30. Mom ate lunch with me today. Chili’s. West End. Good times.
I can remember those birthdays where I looked foward to them. And its not that I don’t look forward to good times with my birthdays anymore. I enjoy spending time with family and getting a chance to go out to eat. But as you tend to get older, you tend to see life passing you by and seeing if you’re missing it. Another year over another one to begin.
I told the kids in class tonight that I was 29. I think they thought that was old. Maybe I’ll loose touch with them. Maybe I’ve put up an extra set of barriers by revealing my age.
Anyways I’m too tired to write anymore. See you later.