I will be 29 next Wednesday. Usually I am super excited about my birthday but of course as the years go by, I have been less excited about adding another candle to the cake. I REALLY am not looking forward to this one. Because that means it is my LAST year in my 20s which means I’ll be THIRTY. I still clearly remember being 9 and on my 10th birthday as I blew out the candles thinking, good-bye single-digit years (yes, I was a dork then too). I don’t wanna say good-bye to my 20’s. That means I’m all grown-up and I’m supposed to check that little 30-35 age range checkbox on surveys and I just don’t. like. that. Yes, I’m whining. I’m hanging on to 28 for the next 4 days and I hope someone asks me how old I am every day just so I can say 28 four more times.
I just turned 30 a few months ago, officially, anyway. I don’t tell people that though…they ask how old I am, I still say 29, and I’ll sometimes throw in “and holding”. Something was soooo different about turning 30 this year!
My eighth grade teacher used to say 29 and holding. I never understood why now. I think I’ll join the 29 and holding club next year though.