30 Days and Counting

June 6th. 30 Days until my birthday. Not just any birthday. THE birthday. The birthday that will not only move me a year. It will move me a decade. That's right. The big 4-0! I have a month left of being in my thirties. Wow. Just writing that is shocking to me.Most of the time, I don't feel much older than the Winona Ryder Wanna-Be of my twenties. Except I bought reading glasses yesterday. Not prescription glasses but the dollar store style that magnify. Why? Because I am officially old enough to squint. I have been changing the screen size on my laptop. So now I officially have a pair of old-lady reading glasses.And if getting older wasn't bad enough, evidently I am getting stupid in the process. I can't figure these glasses out. There seems to be a sweet spot where they magnify the text but otherwise, it makes everything wonky and gives me a headache. I see people wearing these glasses all the time. Do they constantly feel like they're on a roller coaster or is it just me?Anyways, with my new roller-coaster reading glasses, I am committing to writing again. I know that with the exception of a rant against clowns and a nostalgic look at my Doc Martens, I have not done much writing. I have relied on photos and memes. Well, the next 30 days, I am back on the wagon. I am BACK, baby!So stop by when you have a chance, don't make me cross this threshold alone. (Did I sound pitiful enough? Good!)30 days...