About a week before I turned 29, I just had this overwhelming feeling of….getting older. I don’t mind getting older, I actually like it as I feel like every year I’m getting wiser and finding myself more. But when I was a teenager I got a septum piercing. I took the piercing out after not having it in for too long, but apparently I had it long enough because 15 years later it still hasn’t grown together. So when I noticed, I jumped into the car and drove to the closest tattoo studio 8:40 pm on a Friday night to purchase a septum ring. And suddenly, I just feel a bit more rebellious rather than getting-closer-to-30-wtf.