Another Millennial Bites The Dust

It turns out life as a geriatric millennial isn’t that bad after all. So far, anyway.

Today is Wednesday and it’s my 40th birthday.

Yesterday — Tuesday — was the last day of my 30s. When I took my daughter to soccer practice, no joke, I found a crisp twenty-dollar bill on the ground. The sun was shining and the air smelled better than any candle I’ve ever burned.