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tl;dr – I am turning thirty next Sunday and been having a months-long freak-out over it. And haven't really written anything since May, so there's that too.

So I am turning 30 on Sunday, August 7, and it's been freaking me out in both minor and major ways. Minor, in that “oh no, now my mother's REALLY going to start going overboard trying to get me dating” way (I expect to find myself involuntarily signed up for eHarmony by her any day now). Major, in that “This is in some ways where I want to be in life and in other ways NOT AT ALL” panicky way.

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