In my ongoing search for shit to write about in this blog, I thought about creating a series called like, The 29 Project, where I chronicle my attempts to check off things to accomplish on my “Before I Turn 30” list.
And then I remembered that I’m not that kind of person who makes lists like that. And if I was, it would have been on like, a napkin, which I would have subsequently rolled into a little paper spiral and promptly lost.
I’ve lived pretty well for 29 years. I assume it gets even better.