A Birthday Milestone

 My birthday is coming up. And yes, tis true, I will be the big 3-0. In the past few months, it seemed kinda scary. I just think back to when I was in college, and 30 just seemed so far away. It kind of snuck up on me to be honest. And, then sometimes okay, ALL the time I think that my early twenties self envisioned my thirtieth birthday entirely different. I think she envisioned a lavish career with a HUGE house, some kids, and a wonderful HOT husband or all the things mentioned but retired from lavish career to be a SAHM and having all her family, friends, and kids surprise her with some awesome blow out party. And ladies, my life is far from that. I think maybe a few months ago, I'd been too hard on myself. So what, I do a desk job and don't use my 1 1/2 degrees i just need to write my thesis to complete my masters. it's been 2 years now. total slacker i know, and the fact I owe my financial soul to the devil, aka the government, due to student loans. Who cares. And, I just always thought I'd be married by now.  It never crossed my mind that I would be "legally single" on my birthday speaking in tax filing and insurance purposes of course;) But now, that my birthday is creeping closer, 22 days away in fact, I just don't care. In fact, if I could go back and tell my twenty year old self anything, it would be absolutely NOTHING. I'm a firm believer in that everything happens for a reason. I think bad things, good things, mediocre things, and all things happen as a stepping stone to get us on the path we need to go. Had the events in my life leading up today not happened who knows where I'd be today. If my twenty year old self wasn't so confident about my future then I might have freaked and rushed myself into things that didn't need to be. Quite a few people I know and a few friends have already had "divorce" parties and are single moms before the age of 30. I'm so glad my life is the way it is. I met the most handsome, wonderful, sweet, kind, compassionate, loving, and caring man in my latter twenties. That would be LC. I got Puggy in latter twenties as well. And those two things, I would not change for anything. I mean that. Now, I feel that 30 is better than anything my twenty year old self could have ever envisioned. It's actually exactly where I want to be. And that's happy. I am truly disgustingly happy. And that my friends, I wouldn't trade for some lavish job or fancy office or a marriage that would probably be completely dysfunctional and failing now because I married too early.** The most important thing about my birthday is that I'm going to be spending it with friends! Old friends, new friends, college friends. We are going to Nashville the weekend before my bday to celebrate. Just the girls. It's gonna be so much fun! It just doesn't get any better than that;)

**We all know some people in the blogging world take offense to EVERYTHING. So to clarify that statement, there is nothing wrong with being married in your early twenties. For me, it would have been equal to a disaster. I was selfish, self-absorbed, still trying to figure out who I was and what I wanted to do with my life. It would not have worked due to those factors. I'm not saying it wouldn't have or hasn't worked for you. Ok, that is all.