Tiptoeing...

Yesterday=the last day of entering in age 29 on the Elliptical machine at the gym. Today=the first day of entering the "30 Club" and trying *really* hard to be okay with it. I mean, I do realize that age is just a number, even just a word. Thirty. Thirty, thirty, thirty! There, I said it, but I still don't really like the sound of it.

Over the past few days, no make that weeks, I've taken moments to give myself a retrospective look back at what I've learned in my life, particularly in my 20's, all leading up to this whopper milestone of a birthday. A few things I've learned or realized that I don't mind sharing on a public journal are:

-no matter how good or bad a situation is - it will always change
-what it feels like to be irrationally in love
-who my real friends are (and how to recognize toxic ones)
-envy is a waste of time
-how to say no and not feel guilted into doing things I flat out don't want to do
-running a small business or two is a lot of work
-knowing empathy, gratitude, and sacrifice
-things are just things and I could throw a torch to them at any time and still be okay (with the exception being the contents in my closet - JUST KIDDING!)
-feeling gratified by combining my passions with my work
-how to cook, entertain, design, etc. with some sort of unique flair
-recognizing that in the end we are all just trying to get to the same place and really there are other roads that will take us there safe and sound
-and all I truly do need in this life is my amazing family by my side, and I'll be as good as gold...but that I've known that one my entire life

I can only hope that my 30's will be as down right fantastic as my 20's. But for now, I vow to gracefully bow out of that age bracket and tiptoe into the next with complete gratitude for where I am at this moment in my life, what I've learned in traveling along the way, who I love, and who loves me back. I am a work in progress, and for today, that is okay. Happy 30th Birthday to me!