I don't want to.

I really don't want to.
Not one bit.
Please don't make me.
I don't WANT TO.

But it's going to happen, as with all that is inevitable, it will come to pass.

I could try and stop it, but I think messing with time is a trick for the Doctor, and the Doctor alone. I'd love a TARDIS. Then it wouldn't happen.

Or maybe it would? 
Perhaps I wouldn't know it because I am in a different time zone or on another planet. 
Or maybe it would happen faster, or slower. But yes, it probably would still happen.

So, there is no escaping it.
No hiding under the covers and hoping it will go away.
No stamping on it and hoping it's dead.
Not even running away.
Nothing will stop it.

Nope, nothing.

So, like so many before me, I will take it on the chin and let it happen.
Maybe I'll embrace it.
But not just yet.
For now, I will simply accept that it is happening.
Whether I like it or not.

For after Thursday my friends, I will be a woman in her 30s.

Oh crap.