Turning 30

I turned 30 yesterday. It was a little like the turn of the millennium when we all expected something ethereal to happen. A lot has been said about turning 30 that I actually expected "something" to happen to me or around me. Well, nothing happened. It was a normal work day. I went home, ate, slept. Very normal day. But of course following the footsteps of many women before me, I pondered, wondered, considered, turned over and over in my head what turning 30 means to me. I came across some truths about myself that have been elusive these past couple of years and some, just a few months. But overall, I am glad to be alive and well. I am thankful for who I am and what I have, what I am not and what I have not, that which I was and no longer am, had but no longer have; I am grateful for that which I am becoming and attaining. What is mine is mine. I am blessed. I will not grieve missed opportunities and unattained goals. Today must count for something because I am here, living it. True, all these thoughts are personal, probably none of your business, but...these words that I speak out to the universe, to you, are pronouncements to myself and my future, and hold me accountable for how I live my life. And like Sande likes to say, the universe will conspire to make these words come true in my life. I say, so help me God...good times