I turn 28 years old tomorrow. Thing is, when I think about where I am in life, and where I thought I'd be at this age (when I was 15 and daydreaming), well lets just say that there isn't anything that matches up.
It's okay. I'm not unhappy. I like my work. I have a lot of good friends and we have lots of good times. I am single but not bitter about it.
I wonder why it is that my birthday's approach makes me self-critical and introspective.