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Nov. 24th, 2012 09:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
darchildreTomorrow is my birthday, so today I am making pie. It is a Salted Caramel Apple Pie, or at least it will be later today. Right now, it is two discs of pie crust in the fridge, waiting for me to go buy apples and caramels.
Tomorrow, I am turning 30 which has, of course, caused me to recently have a lot of Thoughts, some of them angsty, about my life and how I still live with my parents* and am I kind of a failure? Which wasn't fun but mostly, I have come to the conclusion that I am happy with myself. I live with my parents, yes, but I like the people I live with and they like me. I have a good job that lets me help people and talk to them about how awesome Doctor Who and Terry Pratchett are. I sing well, I knit well, I am capable of cooking pretty much anything that consists of bread wrapped around a meat filling, and this year I learned to deep fry. I'm learning how to motivate myself to exercise every day, which is pretty great. I am capable of traveling by myself and not freaking out. I think I'm pretty awesome. So, not really a failure after all. I'm happy. I think 30 is going to be a good year.
(I have also been having Thoughts about how, when I was little, I figured there must be a magical time when suddenly Grown Up Things made sense and you could finally understand why it made sense to paint things beige or have solid-colored sheets that matched the comforter. But now, I am pretty much figuring that doesn't happen, because I am almost 30 and still have sheets with dinosaurs on them. So there's that.)
*But not in the basement, so I am not quite Rocking the Geek Cliche.
Tomorrow, I am turning 30 which has, of course, caused me to recently have a lot of Thoughts, some of them angsty, about my life and how I still live with my parents* and am I kind of a failure? Which wasn't fun but mostly, I have come to the conclusion that I am happy with myself. I live with my parents, yes, but I like the people I live with and they like me. I have a good job that lets me help people and talk to them about how awesome Doctor Who and Terry Pratchett are. I sing well, I knit well, I am capable of cooking pretty much anything that consists of bread wrapped around a meat filling, and this year I learned to deep fry. I'm learning how to motivate myself to exercise every day, which is pretty great. I am capable of traveling by myself and not freaking out. I think I'm pretty awesome. So, not really a failure after all. I'm happy. I think 30 is going to be a good year.
(I have also been having Thoughts about how, when I was little, I figured there must be a magical time when suddenly Grown Up Things made sense and you could finally understand why it made sense to paint things beige or have solid-colored sheets that matched the comforter. But now, I am pretty much figuring that doesn't happen, because I am almost 30 and still have sheets with dinosaurs on them. So there's that.)
*But not in the basement, so I am not quite Rocking the Geek Cliche.
