30 Days + 6 Months + 1 Day
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So I just realized from typing my “life pedometer” intro that I’m halfway through my 30th—or New Twentieth—year.
I’d sing happy “half” birthday to myself, but it is the eve of my dad’s crazy cancer treatment adventure so that little ditty could be a bit awkward. Although, I did have cake…homemade carrot cake a colleague of my dad’s made for him since he’ll be purposely poisoned for a few weeks. Isn’t modern medicine fun?
It’s so strange how life unravels. No way did I think on my New Twentieth birthday in LA that 6 months later I’d be living at home (albeit temporarily), that my dad would be going through this again, and I’d be swimming through (even more) existential crises. I thought I hit my limit of those beasts in my Old Twenties. Though, hmm. I do love my Woody Allen flicks…
I’m at my 30 year mid-point. If my New Twentieth year were a screenplay this would mean I should have a big plot (life?) turn where the stakes are raised at any moment now. I think perhaps mine came a little early.
Now I just have to figure out how to slam-dunk a “happy ending”…
