Over the last year, I’ve cycled between feeling terror, indifference, and vague excitement about turning 30. It seems to be such a negative milestone for most people, women especially. Over the last year, I’ve catalogued new wrinkles, aches, and gray hairs. Oh, the gray hair!
Sometime over the last few months, I had an abrupt change of heart. I’m not sure what brought it on, I just know that one day turning 30 seemed not bad at all. In fact, I was kind of excited to turn 30! This has been a year of transition for me, and this Fall is another clear transition point.
I’m finally an adult, and I find I don’t mind at all. All of the decisions I’ve made over the last 29 years are finally all mine–my life is a result of my choices and actions. And, darn it, my life is good! I have a loving husband and family, a great home, a decent job (as much as I don’t like to admit it), and in October, a new Master’s degree. So often we see milestones as an ending. I suppose that for many of us, turning 30 is the end of our youth. For me, it’s a beginning.
I’m 2 days into being 30 and ready to see what’s next. And I am LOVIN my gray hairs!
P.S. Tracy: if you’re reading this, please write! It’s been too long since we caught up! 
It’s rare that a day ends better than it started. Suffice it to say that work has just plain sucked lately. Been working more than sleeping, eating, and generally living. And in a totally thankless job. Blah, blah, blah. We all live it, I know.
Anyhoo, I’m a happy camper once again! Nothing lifts the spirits like hearing from a good friend who hasn’t written for a while. Makes me all warm and fuzzy inside! And, my sis is coming home for a short weekend stay. Yup, good stuff all around!
Less than a month till graduation, and roughly 2 months until I’m done with classes! Da da-da-da!!! Oh crap. Now I’ve got Pomp and Circumstance stuck in my head… make the music stop!!!
Over the last few months as my friends and family have been encouraging me to write more, I’ve thought a lot about why I want to write. And why I can’t seem to actually sit down and write.
One of the themes (okay, THE theme) is school. I always come back ’round to “I can’t write more because of school.” Too busy, too tired, too mentally worn down. Then something occurred to me tonight. School IS writing. I estimate that over the last 30 months, I’ve written at least 80,000 words (and that’s conservative, just written assignments not including discussion requirements).
That’s a medium-sized novel. So it’s not that I’m unable to write. Clearly, I can. Now what do I do with that?
Still reeling from the Ding Dong Incident, I see from my webstats software that a web surfer found my site through a search about Ding Dongs! It’s kinda fun to check out the stats to see what people search for when they find my site. Well, you know, all 8 of my readers (intentional and accidental).
Lo and behold, in July, someone was directed to my site when they asked a search engine the age-old question: are ding dongs unhealthy?
Lone Surfer, the answer is simple.
Yes.
We went to Ikea today, which is always only barely controlled chaos…
As I was roaming the aisles, only one of the many cattle in the herd, it occurred to me: I was actually in the “Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy” universe and was just a subject in the human maze test being conducted by Mice, the highest order of life on Earth.
Suddenly life made sense!
2 months 1 week!!!! October 17 won’t come too soon. I can’t wait to be done with school. I can’t even express in words how glad I’ll be to be done with it! I don’t know what I’ll do with “free” time I’m not used to having. Sleep. Read. Write. Too bad I have to work.
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