It’s finally here.
I have officially made it 30 times around the sun.
And I’m not sure quite I’m feeling right now.
I mean, it’s my birthday, so I’m happy and enjoying myself right now, but like, still trying to sort 30 out.
On the one hand, nothing’s changed. I’m still me. It’s just a number. I’ll still carry on as always. There will be new comics to draw and books to read and all that.
On the other hand…it’s thirty. Three decades. Like, I have officially left my twenties behind and am entering something new entirely. A brand new age: my thirties.
I find myself asking the question, “Okay – what now? What do I do? What am I supposed to do?”
I think a better question is “What do I WANT to do?”
And I don’t have a definitive answer.
Well, okay, so I’d like to get back into writing and see where I can take that. Try to get back into exercising. Or maybe develop a new webcomic or something. So I do have some ideas.
But beyond that, it’s a question mark.
I suppose, though, that that’s fine. I mean, I’m always facing question marks and getting through them, right? So, my thirties should be no different.
Still. It’s a tad surreal.
Like this comic.
So time to strap myself in and see what happens as I dive headfirst into this new era.
Should be a time.