It’s here, I’m thirty. The big 3-0. I literally can’t believe it and I know everyone says this, but the last ten years really flew the hell by. I remember my 21st birthday like it was this morning. I had to work late, I had an ear infection and I went to Applebees with some co-workers. Then I had to rush home because I was beyond tired and had to be up early for work. Can you say glamorous! This year was definitely better than that one…my amazingly amazing husband threw me a beautiful surprise party. He rented out a gorgeous room where my friends and family all had quite possibly one of the most delicious dinners I have ever eaten and coming from a major foodie, that is something! The staff there were fantastic and so accomodating…. afterward, he surprised me again with a private VIP club experience complete with a table full of alcohol. We had too much fun. I generally don’t drink because I’m old and out of the game, so it had been a long while since I had anything stronger than a Schnapps. I probably won’t be reviving my old drinking tendencies any time soon, but that night was awesome. We had an overly ambitious private server who came by every 6 minutes to ensure my cup didn’t get below half empty. Thank you Vanessa.
I have been thinking and thinking about what’s going to be different, if anything, in the year of thirty. What am I striving toward? What’s my next goal, what’s going to make my life more meaningful? I feel like I need to do something to shake my life up a little. But what? I’m working on professional projects, but I don’t feel like that counts. In 2018, I really wanna work on forming new, positive and most of all meaningful relationships. I really need to find my girl tribe. I miss having one. I also want to get more involved with the community….I have been researching volunteer opportunities. Anyone have any advice? People always say that they will change this and change that and never change a damn thing. I know because I am the leader of these people. Just this week, I am supposed to be waking up at 730, going for a walk and then actually working at my desk. So far, I have woken up at about 9, have taken no walks and have done most of my work in bed at 1am. Sigh. I need to be better about keeping promises to myself. I wanna be that woman that wakes up full of life, reads a daily devotional and doesn’t reschedule her dentist appointments. Can be I her or am I doomed to be the last minute, procrastinating, working late into the night and slacking on laundry type of woman I have been thus far. Because let me tell you, this family lives out of baskets way too much of the time. Let’s all remember, this is a judgement free zone, thank you.
So here’s to being more productive and making my life more valuable. Maybe tomorrow, I will wake up at 830 and walk the block. Gotta start somewhere.
Until next time, keep smiling.
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