30 in 30 days

In 30 days I'll be 30. I've never had an issue with age. I never really thought someone in their 30s was old and birthdays never bothered me. But to turn 30 just feels foreign. It suddenly sounds to old for me. I'm not old enough to be 30. A 30 year old person has a better understanding for the world and way more confidence. Right?

At Target today a girl in front of me with a cart full of goodies got carded for her wine. She tells the cashier her birthday- 1990. This chick was 5 years younger than me. I thought she was older. She seemed older. I felt younger. I'm completely confused with age and aging. I was pretty envious of her purchases. Cute clothes, wine, some nice gift wrap, and house decorations. All I was buying was a $10 canvas storage bin for Owens ever growing collection of dinosaurs that are taking over my house. An entire trip trip Target (alone!) and all I bought was a fricking storage bin for toys. When did all my fun get sucked out of my body. Lame. Lame!

That poor 25 year old girl had no idea the fury and depression she caused me. All because she bought cute fun things.