Augh-ust.

Let’s be honest, August is the worst of all months. It’s (traditionally) hot. There are no holidays. It’s one of the longer ones. It’s the month the drags on as we eagerly wait for fall, which is clearly the superior of all seasons. And while we’re waiting for fall, this is also the time I’m waiting for my birthday to arrive, which I get pretty excited about for so many reasons.


But alas, here it is August. I’m down to just over a month to turning 27 for the third time. WHAT?! And as I’m inching my way closer to 30 I’m becoming more reflective. Which as a Virgo introvert I bet you didn’t think that was possible. With this weekend’s solo road trip, I found my favorite moments were singing real loud to my guilty pleasure music and spending a lot of time thinking.

I never thought I’d get to 30. Not in a I thought I’d die way but in that it seemed so far out it seemed impossible that it would ever show up. There was a night last week, climbing up and down on a chair edging my ceiling, a sweaty hot mess and while assembling my Ikea dining room table, thinking I was certainly too old to own Ikea furniture, I thought, wow, this is not where I thought I would be at this age. After a recent proposal and follow by a ending of said proposal shortly thereafter, moving to my own place, I’ve become increasingly aware of my solo status. Also, not where I thought I’d be at this age.

But alas, for better or worse, here I am. No matter what age you’re turning, this is always a good reminder: wear sunscreen.

ps. In the truest form of narcissism, I’m going to do a 30 things to do by 30 list which seems perfectly cliché. So stay tuned for that. I will leave 3 spots open for suggestions. Suggestions will be vetted and then ignored if any of them involved eating weird things or plummeting to the earth from high places at an unhuman rate of speed.