Goodness me I’m nearly thirty-three.
Another birthday and what looks like being another shit faux-summer day with a teenager for a temperature #forfuckssake
But putting the weather aside for a moment, I’m excited about 33. I definitely prefer the odd numbers but beyond that, it feels like a good age, a good moment. It’s not 34-and-my-god-your-reproductive-window-is-now-officially-waning and it’s not 30-my-god-you’re-twenties-are-over. I think it’s my new Barbie age.
If only my Barbie age hadn’t been 27.