Does anyone else lapse into feeling somewhat sorry for themselves in the weeks before their birthday? I'm about 2 weeks away from a birthday, and every year, as soon as March hits, it feels like the only party I want to have is a pity party.

And it has nothing to do with how old I'm turning. I actually don't have such big issues with how old I am. Sure, I'm turning 29. Last year of my 20s...that time when lots of women flip their shit, lament all their eggs that have dropped in vain, and all the youth that's behind them, how single they are, etc. And sure, I'm kind of in that boat, but timelines are stupid, and I don't really care so much about that.

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