On Our Way To Crazy

It’s the last week of my 20′s. I am almost officially old. OLD. A real grown up. This does not seem right.

I’m feeling pretty good about it, really. I’ve been having a lot of those wine- and music-fueled evenings where you talk, not about life, but about LIFE and where you are and where you want to be and where you thought you would be and is this the right path and should I maybe go somewhere else and what happens from here. It’s hard to know, though, if those would be happening anyway, given the way the past few months have shaken out in the Manes house. But that’s a post for another day.

I have a feeling 30 is going to be good to me. But first I need to squeeze as much as I can out of 29. So far that includes a Josh Ritter show, a trip to Holiday World, a Waterdeep show in the park and knocking out as much of my list as is humanly possible in seven days. Sounds pretty good.