My 27th year was the year I finally came to the end of the rope that had been slipping through my fingers for 8 years. Bouncing and bouncing from project to project, job to job, relationship to relationship, trying to stay a step ahead of my misery. I guess this spring was the beginning of sitting down with the misery and trying to figure out where it's coming from.
Actually, sitting down with the misery makes it sound like it was a choice. More like I fell down hard and couldn't get back up.
But in this mystery me and my fellow detectives have already come up with some likely suspects. Well, we've all but got them convicted if you must know.
So close to thirty, and my friend tells me thirty is so much easier than twenty-something. So close to thirty, and everyone I date is younger than me. When did I turn into the village skeeze? And who are these people dating me, the almost thirty year old who writes a blog about being miserable? Why is no one warning these young people about red flags?