friday five|thirty

It's official I'm thirty. My birthday quietly passed a few days ago which is just how I like it. I've always imagined that thirty would feel like a big deal, mostly because people seem to go on about it all the time and throw big parties as if it's a thing. I'm here to say that's it not, not really. It's just another year and, no, I'm not freaked out about getting older. Life is just the same as it's always been which is wonderful.

I think it's pretty clear that I'm not a big fan of my birthday mostly because I'm terrified that if I celebrate with people I adore I'll get used to it and, then, when they get fed up with me and leave because I'm always depressed/anxious/sad I'll be worse of. I'm such a ball of fun. Anyway, I may not be a big fan of my birthday but I do adore a good late gift to myself. Here's five picks --

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