Thirty Something

The birthday card from my in-laws read “Your face and body still look twenty-five. But there’s something in your eyes that says ‘thirty.’  TEARS, I think they’re called.”

That said, I’d briefly considered swapping out “adult angst” for “despair” but changed my mind against it because it’d be inaccurate. I have a loving husband, a beautiful house, and the goofiest, cutest corgi puppy that ever was. Unfortunately, I also have, for no good reason, an unrelenting sense of foreboding.  Maybe I should stop reading news feeds.  🙁