Yep, that about sums it up. On the eve of my thirtieth birthday, of entering a new decade of life, I realize that I am precariously balanced between not wanting to let go of my twenties and embracing a new tier of adulthood. I'm at a place in my life where I drill into my son's head that he must say "yes ma'am" but cringe when anyone else calls me the "m" word. My hair follicles are waiving a quite literal flag of surrender, as I've skipped having a few stray grays to having blindingly white hairs that I rip out in horror on a near daily basis. Lucky that I have thick hair, eh?
I hit a lot of life's milestones in my twenties: graduated with my Bachelor's, started my first "real" post-college job, got married, bought a house, had a baby, graduated again with a graduate certificate. Check, check, and check. I'm not sure what all of my goals were for my twenties, but I think I had a pretty great decade. Supposedly your thirties bring on stability but the fun continues because you're not that old. We'll see!
The planner in me wants to put a thirties to do list up for the world - but hopefully this new decade has a few good, unexpected surprises peppered in:
- Finish making babies: I really think I could go through one more pregnancy, max. I'm not one of those women who loves it. I'm forever in love with my kiddo and the selfish part of me doesn't want to divide that attention in too many ways - one more would be a perfect balance.
- Finish my Master's: in something. I have lots of grad coursework in about 3 different areas. It's commitment time!
- Hone the art of mothering & marriage: practice makes perfect, or at least helps you keep things in good shape. Relationships require constant maintenance and I love working at these.
- Learn how to cook: the older I get, the more unacceptable it is.
- Do more fun and spontaneous things: again, the planner and practical side of me wins. On one hand, I am organized and dependable; on the other hand, I live and die by the calendar.
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