Whoops, I really need to pick this up. What kind of woman am I if I can’t keep the promises I make to myself?

It’s been forever. And I turned 30.

Also, I am officially way past the age of calling myself a girl, so from now on I will refer to myself as a woman, as dreadful as that sounds. Oh, how I loved being just a girl.

Life has been interesting, I would say, a little bit underwhelming and disappointing, but oh so great in so many other ways.

I’m convinced life would be simpler if you had fewer people to disappoint you.

But then, a life with little to no one around is just empty, I guess.

I guess that’s one of the terrible things about life—that everyone’s going to disappoint you. You just have to figure out who’s worth tolerating.