29 going on 30.

I can't believe it.

I can hear it in my head now.

"Thirty, flirty & thriving."

I was 14 when 13 Going on 30 came out.

I laughed that, that girl wanted to be an old lady with a career and shit.

It implanted in me an image of what thirty looks like.

'Thirty, flirty & thriving."

A woman with a profession and poise to say the least.

But here I am: "twenty-nine, frumpy & exhausted."

Welcome to my crazy life.

This is thirty.