crap

In March I turned 29. No biggie really. I am the youngest of my friends and they are all rooting for me to "done with my twenties" so I haven't thought too much about the whole getting older thing. But in the last few days I have stumbled upon a few new crafty goodness blogs as well as rediscovered some wonderful ones I had somehow forgotten about. All of these blogs are written by cool women who create amazing things, write in complete well thought out sentences and generally live lives of glamour I aspire to. One other tidbit about them... I am older than each and every one of them!! CRAP! How is that possible? In my mind I just finished high school and still have a few years to really get going on the cool stuff. I have plenty of time before really becoming an adult to putz around. Then I can emerge the totally together awesome hip young adult I dream I will be when I grow up. Except, crap (again), I am almost 30. Now I know 30 is young, I have been banking on that whole concept all along. And now I find out all the cool grown-up folks I have been looking up to, are actually younger than me. Crap.

To top it all off, in the past week I have folded three fitted sheets so they actually look like folded sheets and not piles of messed up fabric. A feat I totally thought was impossible until your were an adult. Again, crap.