Thirty

Yep.

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.

Get Gone Summer

This feels like it should be the rule, right?

The moment September hits, we get to say, “Sorry, Summer. But it’s time to go.”

‘Cause I’m ready for Autumn.

The cold. The colors. The holidays. Sweater season.

The thing is, in my part of the country, Autumn doesn’t actually settle in until mid-October. So we’ll be dealing with Summer or something like Summer for a bit longer.

Which is annoying.

Guess I’ll just have to wait it out.

Around the Corner

I see you, Thirty.

Trying to sneak up on me like that.

Well, it won’t work!

Sure, it’s suddenly September and my birthday’s in a week. But you still don’t surprise me, Thirty!

Bring it!

I’ll be thirty, flirty, and thriving, you’ll see!

(Author’s note: it’s really more like thirty, uhhhh, and managing, but close enough, right?)

NSFW

I’m just gonna put it thusly.

There are a lot of very talented people on Instagram who I firmly believe deserve to be seen and not throttled by some algorithm or hidden behind some kind of hidden censor.

And a lot of these people are very good at, um, let’s just say “anatomy.”

I mean, they are good at anatomy for sure. Like, they can draw actual hands. And muscle definition. And everything is more or less proportional.

But, well, ya know. Wink wink, nudge nudge, all that good stuff.