I remember the day I turned 29.
It was 16 years ago – yikes, that’s hard to believe.
But the day I turned 29, I took the day off from work.
I worked out twice that day, hoping to fight off the effects of gravity and the aging process.
I didn’t even eat any birthday cake, something I never skipped.
I grieved.
It was my last year in my twenties.
Not for the faint of heart