On March 15, I turned 30. Thirty... The big 3-0. This is not where I'm supposed to be in my life right now. In the past decade, I've:
Gotten married... and divorced.
Gone back to college...Three times. Still no degree.
Found out I have a
disease.
Found out I cannot have children.
I've saved nothing for the future.
Changed jobs like some people change panties.
Moved across country to a state I pretty much hate.
I was pretty depressed for my birthday... Then I looked at that list and realized:
I've proven to myself that I can live without a man and had the strength to leave a relationship that I was unhappy in.
My intelligence is not measured by a piece of paper in a frame on a wall.
My health is a lot better that a whole lot of others out there.
Being crazy Aunt Jesi is was cooler than motherhood.
I've still got time to plan for retirement. - I'm only 30!
Every job I've had has introduced me to interesting people, some of whom I still call my friends, has taught me new skills, and has opened doors for me.
I've met some of the best friends I've ever had here in Florida. And the weather's not too bad, either.
I guess 30's not too bad after all.
Current Mood:
grateful