35 and still on DACA. I've been pondering about that for a while, reflecting on the last few years, don't really know why other than I'm getting long in the tooth. There's a bunch of social baggage that comes with turning 35 and while I'm pretty good about not carrying it with me most of the time, sometimes it just can't be helped. I'm reminded of it in ways that stand out to me because I'm in this mindset and can't help BUT not notice them. I'm annoyed that I put myself in this funk and start going down the road of self-reflection on a bunch of other things.
