I'm no longer 30. There's something admittedly glamorous about 30. (Probably only to those of us who have been 30.) But 31? Now I'm "in my 30's". How old is Brandi, one might ask. Hmm, I don't know, I think she's in her 30's. People know for sure when you're just 30. But once you get into your 30's, they no longer possess the ability to know exactly which age you are. Now you're just in there somewhere. Probably not 35 yet, but 31, 32...something like that.
You know what I'm talking about.
It's really just my age and doesn't define who I am. I'm not ashamed to tell people I'm 31, mostly because I love the reaction when they think I'm lying. It's probably easier for me since I really don't look my age, and that's a good thing. It's actually a fabulous thing. The part that bothers me is when I start thinking about it. I turned 21 an entire decade ago. I graduated from high school 13 years ago. That's a whole teenager! I'm closer to 40 than I am to 20. It's a bit hard to believe.
Just so that life is keeping it real for me today, I had what some people might refer to as a "senior moment". Nick decided to ride to work with me today since we were leaving at the same time, so we back out of the driveway and are about a block down the street when I realized I had to make a u-turn and head back home. I had left the house with my house shoes on.