I've been 30 for 30 days. I do feel different, but I am not entirely convinced it's because of I've entered a new decade of my life.
Do you know what I did last night? I was outside late at night, the snow was coming down and I was appreciating the way the whole neighborhood looks brighter with all the white roofs. And it's so quiet. I enjoyed it.
Of course, I was freezing my non-existent balls off praying for the fucking weather to turn into sunshine and summer when I had to scrape the ice and snow off of all of my windows this morning. But it was nice last night.