I have been playing the air violin for myself a lot lately. (shhh... can you hear it?)
Despite all my talk about how age does not matter, how it is just abstract and separate from our identity, I am freaking out about turning 30. (Hear violin)
It's not that I am unhappy with where I am. I have never been happier. Its just more that there is a clock ticking louder with each year, and this year it is more of a throb in my head than a tick. Yep, the biological clock. This hormone powered mechanism that is set to ring alarm bells at the turning of 30. There is only so long I can keep turning up the party tunes to block out the ticking.
Oh, the photo is of me at work with a hot water bottle strapped to myself, after having injured my shoulder at the gym. Something that seems to be happening a lot more lately, as I near 30. (Hear the violin strike another chord.)
