Life in my thirties...

I don't know if its just me or not, but I found that there was a great deal of self-awareness that crept into my being the second that I turned thirty.

I occupy space and I'm comfortable with that. But, I get the sense that I'll be 40 before I fully figure out why I occupy the space I do.

There's also a sense of just not giving a shit about certain things anymore. Case in point, I just put a hole in the ass of my favorite pants getting ready to leave. Did I immediately change them and mourn the loss of my favorite pants? Nope, I'll finish out the day in them and welcome the new addition to my collection of "used to be favorite, but now I just wear 'em on the weekend pants".