I have officially been 30 years old for 8 days now, and I have been doing a lot of thinking. Let me tell you I have discovered something in the last night about being 30…it is totally just a number. Last night I was as reckless as a 22 year old with my drinking. I didn’t know when to stop like a 21 year old, and I puked my brains out like an 18 year old coming home from a kegger. Not to mention I cried on the toilet like a little 10 year old with a bad stomach ache wishing mommy was there to make it all better. So in reality it would probably be to my advantage to not worry so much about the number and begin acting like an adult. Cause I don’t think I can handle being any other age right now. Haha!