In just a few days, I will be leaving behind my youth- forever! While that may sound overly dramatic, that is exactly how I feel about turning 30. The other day while doing some very deep thinking on this subject, I made some decisions. One of them being that I am going to make time to do things that I have been wanting to do. I always have projects floating around in my little mind, but I rarely get to them because I am too busy. However, I decided if I want to make bows for my little girls, instead of complaining about my lack of time to do it, I will find the time, even if it is at 5:00 in the morning.
I also realized during my introspection, that I enjoy writing. For some reason though, I have never done very well at keeping a journal or diary. Yet, many times I have been tempted to write a blog post. After my last blog post sometime last year, I felt kind of dumb that I had started a blog at all. After all, who would want to read what I write? But in my turning 30 self evaluation, I decided, "Who cares?". If I want to write a blog post about turning thirty, then by george, I will. Maybe one day my children will find it and be interested in reading it.
I remember my mom telling me once about a lady, who always brought a cake to work on her birthday. She chose to celebrate being given another year of life, instead of bemoaning the fact that she was getting older. As a young teenager, I remember liking her outlook, but as a