The Last Day of My Twenty-Eighth Year.....

Tomorrow is my birthday! I'm turning 29, creeping closer and closer to thirty.....

Which honestly doesn't scare me anymore! When I was twenty, I thought thrity was lifetimes away, that I would have everything figured out and perfectly in place by then, the job, the house, the family...the life. I also thought it would take much longer to get here than it has....time REALLY flies!

I may not have my dream job, but I have a great job, and it has given me flexibility to deal with the multiude of family issues that I've had these past few years without affecting my performance or growth at all.

I may not own a home yet, but I am renting something that I can actually afforrd, so I am able to save up money for when that day actually comes. I can't say that for most of my friends that bought young and are essentially house poor now.

And I don't have a family of my own yet, but I couldn't be happier about that! My siblings and mother keep me busy enough, and I have two nieces and they tire me PLENTY, thank you! I spend enough time with them to KNOW that I am not ready for that committment yet. And anytime I think I might be, I spend a few days with them and remember that no, your 'mom' light isn't on yet, and that is perfectly okay!

Ten years ago, thirty terrified me. I remember telling myself then that if I hadn't lost all the weight I wanted to by then that I would just stop trying. Now I'd NEVER say or think something like that. I KNOW I will get to the finish line, and that I will continue to try as much as I can to push myself and grow, but I'm not putting a stopclock on it. I have to live this way forever for these changes to endure, so what's the rush?