This year, I turn 30. YUCK! I always wanted to be 23. Older than a teenager, but not old...like 30. But, it's rapidly approaching and I must say I'm not happy. My dear, sweet friend Lourdes reminded me of a couple of things when I complaining about my 30th birthday.
She said "30 = hmmmm…married to a wonderful man, own a home (many people much older than that never do), got a recent promotion and have a good job in an interesting field, started college 10+ years after highschool, have a lab that absolutely loves you, great friends"
Why am I complaining? How many women have lost their life prior to their 30th Birhtday and would give anything to be in my position. I think if we take the time, we can see how fortunate we are in every situation. Does it mean that I'm no longer sore about turning 30? NEGATIVE. I'm still sore, and I'm still not celebrating, but I'm not AS sore as I was. Thanks, Lourdes.
Christmas is going to be a little different this year. Ernie, Hook and I are heading to the mountains for Christmas. We are going to Asheville, just to get away. I'm really looking forward to it. Pictures will come soon.
Signing off for now...29 years old,