28 and holding

I turned 29 yesterday.

I'm not searching for any sort of birthday wishes or anything, just saying. My Dad asked me how it felt to hit the final year of my 20s and my response: "not much taller."

So, yes, I've officially been on this planet, taking up my small portion of space, for 10,585 days and about 8 hours.

I've never been one to worry about aging: I consider it better than the alternative, and I'm fortunate to have really good genetics when it comes to longevity. Still, there's something kinda creepy about the fact that one year from today, I'll be 30. The good news is Andy got to forge that path first.

Screw it, I'm 28 and holding, and holding, and holding.