Today is my 29th birthday. Damn.

I gotta be honest with you, though, I feel pretty good about it. I don’t want to be a dick to all those naysayers in the world, but I’m very happy with where I’m at. Could things be better? Of course. It’d be nice to not have to climb my way out of a cavern of school loans, it’d be pretty sweet to get a job in academia, I’d just about slice my ear off to write the novel in my head, and it’d be fun to have a cute little kid running around, but all of those things will happen over time.

But now, on this day, I’m pretty damn happy with my life. Is there really anything else that I am supposed to be?