Thursday, November 13, 2008
30
It weighs heavily on my mind. Shouldn't I have my shit together by now? 30. Shouldn't my faith be stronger? 30. Shouldn't my body look better? 30. I joke that at 30 I'll be 1/3 of the way finished with my life. Shouldn't that feel like an accomplishment instead of a goal? 30.
30.
I thought I'd find thirty, beautiful... confident... sure of who I was. Instead I find 30 searching, grasping and unsure of where to go next.
30.
It's coming.
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4 comments:
Hey at least you are turning 30 and have a husband, a beautiful daughter and don't live with your parents. Could be worse my friend. You could be me.
I told "someone" that I'd like to be married by 30. That's a 1 1/2 away. Totally doable! Just gotta get him to see it that way. HA!
Okay great... Thanks...
My ONLY child is going to be 30 in days, count them DAYS!!!
But, look at this way...
I have a beautiful daughter that's going to be 30, and thanks to her age and wisdom thus far, I have a beautiful Granddaugther...
Go ahead get old, if you're lucky, you get what I got :)
I'm just hoping I have my crap together by 40!! LOL
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