Okay. I admit it. I am turning 30 in two short months. If I had attempted to talk about this even two months ago, I would have started hyperventilating. Why, you ask? I had to stop and think about that one. It isn't the mortality factor. I'm not afraid of dying and I've been a firm believer for sometime that there are things in this world far, far worse than death. It's really not an aging issue. I still look like I'm 12. I don't regret my 20's. I had fun, I learned a lot, but I wouldn't want to repeat them if given the option right now. So what in the hell could be causing my freak out???
It can all really be explained by how I was looking at it. I was so overwhelmed with the negatives that I didn't even bother to look at the good stuff. What a jack ass. Sure I'm not where I want to be exactly career wise, I don't have a family, blah, blah, blah. Who give's a fuck? I have the support to follow my dream, I have the most awesome, loving, supportive Mother in the world, bad ass friends and family, and a sweet apartment that I love with a roommate I can live in complete harmony with. My life is pretty rad. And once I said that outloud, my crisis over the big 3-0 has completely diappeared.
So bring it on, 2011. I'm ready.
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