On the Eve of 33
The last day of 32 is fleeting, but 33 feels monumental. It feels different and permanent.
Turning 30 was tough. It was the end of an era of adolescence. No longer could I get by in life by my young age and beginner’s luck. Now, when I turned 30 anything I did I had to do on my own without the excuse of being good just for being young.