On the 24th - just a couple weeks away now - I'm going to be 30. Thirty. That's one of the big ones, isn't it? Sixteen, eighteen, twenty-one, thirty, forty, fifty and so on until you die. I'm not sure how I feel about it yet. On one hand, it's just a number, right? Big deal. Thirty. On the other, oh my god, thirty! It's a hard thing to put
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You know, I think in some ways the painful memories are the ones that shape you more than the happy ones. The pain leaves something behind and for some reason, it's harder to erase that. But you learn more from the bad, I think.
Thank you! I'm planning on being drunk, so early wishes are probably best. Nothing but trouble, eh? I'm beginning to see that.
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And, for some reason I thought you were closer to my age. Though I'm not that much older. I'll be the dreaded 35 next year.
While I'm here and incase I forgot. I probably won't but incase I do since memory seems to go when you're pregnant. Happy early birthday!
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Haha. Let me get through 30 and then I can think about 35!
Thank you!
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I should write myself a letter like that but I'd probably never send it. Hah.
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Oh, just write it in your head. That counts. Mostly.
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I like the letter idea.
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Thanks.
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Seriously though, I am so, so glad that we are still friends, that we were able to work through everything.
I really liked this idea. Maybe I'll do one for my 35th birthday. And - I don't know. You're really strong, Katie. I hope you know that, and never, ever forget it.
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I am, too.
Thanks. And you should. That's what people tell me, so I guess I should start to believe it, huh?
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