I’m thirty-eight (and three quarters) years old and oftentimes find myself wondering when, and how, that happened. Like many elder millennials, I struggle with accepting that the 1990s weren’t a decade ago and that the fashion cringes of my angsty youth are being ironically sported by hipsters as retro attire.

Seriously, how did I get here?

As I inch closer to 40, I’m finding myself