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Woohoo I’ve made it! I’m 28! I’ve been convinced for the past few weeks that I would die at the age of 27 and now I don’t have to worry about that anymore. Given that most* rock stars kill themselves at 27, being 28 feels properly grown up and mature. I like it. No more paranoia, silliness and brooding. I am now a rational, level-headed, sensible adult (and if anyone replies and disagrees with me I shall cover my ears and sing lalalalala).
I got a text message yesterday asking me if I would be free for the Reiki cancer team tonight. So instead of wallowing in my misery and feeling sorry for myself like I usually do on my birthday, I will be giving someone a Reiki treatment. I’m so grown-up!
*slight exaggeration |
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