Thursday, July 26, 2018

When you wake up and you're 30


The dog woke up at a quarter till 5:00 this morning throwing up.

I helped him make it to the toilet--he actually stood there and puked in the toilet. I was amazed!

We are out of coffee.

I have literally NO plans for the day...

Happy Birthday to me! :-)

 I remember thinking of 30 as being so "adult". I can say that it doesn't feel that way! I just feel the same. (Although the dog puking in the toilet was pretty adult thinking-if I do say so myself!)

I am not one of the people who make it to another year (like 30) and have a nervous breakdown. I have always felt,  birthdays are just another way to think about how lucky I am. I get to wake up another day and continue this adventure I've been on. Even if it starts with early morning dog puke and no coffee!

Don't get me wrong, I can totally understand the sentiment of a "breakdown" we are getting older, everything has "flown by" its kind of scary.

But...

If I look back on my last 30 years and think about how incredibly fulfilling they have been I can't help but feel lucky!

In my first 30 years of living I have been blessed with a wonderful, loving, supportive family.

I have made friendships that have change and shaped my life for the better. Some friends I haven't talked to in years, but those memories have stayed with me.

I have gone to school and earned degrees I never thought I'd earn.

I have traveled the world and seen and been apart of different cultures.

I have taught 7 years worth of amazing students.

I have become a wife.

I have owned a home, and then sold that home to move into our dream home.

I became a Mom.

All of the good that has come from these years plus, lessons learned, heartbreak, failure, sadness, and stress have made me who I am.

I am so thankful for my life and hope that these next 30 years are just as wonderful. Thanks to everyone who has made it so great a long the way and, thanks life for being kind to me so far!

Send coffee my way today though!

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