I celebrated my 28th birthday on Saturday. 2 years away from 30. I’m officially getting older than I like to pretend. Which means I should probably quit wearing the majority of my favorite clothes. AKA polka dot pajama pants. In my head, I am still 22. In grad school. And hanging out at the Distillery every other night. And then I remember…I am 28. Have been out of school 3 years. And go to bed by 10 PM every night. What a difference 6 years makes.