29

This is my last year in my twenties. I'm feeling it.

I don't think I handle birthdays well. Or maybe just the hangovers after. Maybe I don't handle those well.

Anyway. Next year is going to be a big one for me and when I get there-I want to be a lot closer to the person I want to be.

Today I'm feeling weird. I'm feeling a bit sad. Little empty in my chest. Not a big fan of myself.

I've gained back 24 pounds that I lost. There is a cloud hanging over my friendships. My job is still stressful. I'm not reading. I'm not painting. I had trouble buying clothes.

Thirty means something to me, and I want it to be something good. Twenty-nine is the year of goodness. The year of being the type of person I want to be. I want to be a good wife and a good friend. I want to make people feel good about themselves.