My birthday was September 25, this past Tuesday. I turned 37. Yes, I said it, 37. I’m okay with being 37 because turning a year older is certainly better than the alternative and I recently figured out that I don’t want to be in my twenties again. I think that when I personally whine about missing my younger years I’m not actually whining about missing my younger years. I’m missing the version of my twenties that I wished I had lived. I’m missing an idealized beer commercial version of my twenties where I am slim, mentally stable and not socially … Continue reading My Birthday!!