So I'm trying to figure out what impact turning thirty has had on me, now that I've been thirty for like almost a whole month now. Someone told me that when you're thirty people start to take you more seriously. I'm still waiting for that, but I feel it. I feel more important, less immature. Child like things passing away and all that jazz.

It's coming though. Something is coming.

I don't know if anyone is taking me more seriously but maybe I'm taking myself more seriously. No more bullshit. It's time for me to be me, whatever that means. That little glimmer of inspiration, that hope that my life would be something great, seems a little more bright. A little more focused. Everywhere.

That's not to say that my life isn't great. It is. Crap... time for bed...