The launch of this new work-related project I’m heading up is in two weeks and I’m oddly not stressed about it, although I should be. I think it’s because I have low expectations — whether that’s a good thing, I’m not sure. What I am stressing about is my family. They’re all well and good but, although they do not know it yet, they’re meeting Duder for the first time around my birthday. I’m already weirded out by my birthday because I supposedly was going to be married by 25, according to my 7-year-old self. No, 25 is not old, and plenty of people get married afterwards. I’m not really stressing about that as much as the idea of my life’s timeline in general. Man, I need to let go. And write blog entries that have one idea and are coherent.