I am 30, there I said it, it is now a thing, however overly profound that sounds. I already sound like a cliché at this point so I am not too worried about it.  Am I exactly where I should be at 30? I’m not sure that’s even a thing. I made it this far without becoming a cat lady so that should count for something, although that could just be attributed to my allergies.

I am a relatively private person; an introvert at its finest. I’m generally not in a rush to tell people when I am sad or even very happy for that matter. I prefer to keep all of my storytelling in the sarcastically neutral range. I keep my social media posts to a minimum, I’ve taken about 7 selfies in my lifetime and I finally managed to figure out Snapchat. Oh, and I hate writing so…of course the most logical thing to do is to write a blog and put it all (I use that term loosely) out there.

Sometimes you just need a place to put your thoughts, and I am quickly running out of space in my head so I guess it’s time to let a few people embark on this next chapter with me.

Closing thoughts: Nope, that’s about it.

…I need a better way to end these things.