I am old. Twenty-nine is hours away, and I am not looking forward to it. I wish I could be one of those Oprah girls who celebrates the fact that they are aging, but I just don't want to embrace this particular birthday. It is not twenty-nine that bothers me, it's the year after it...I can barely say it..thirty. Tomorrow's birthday just means that I am one year closer to that "milestone".
I've had many dreams and goals for my life that I wanted to reach by the big 3-0, so now I only have 365 days to write a book, get my master's degree, go to another Russian orphanage, get licensed with the A/G, visit Italy, pay off my school loans, and be in the best physical shape of my life. Not small tasks.
I hear life begins at 30. We'll see about that. I just hope 29 is happy and healthy, and that nothing starts sagging or stretching!!!