“I’m really worried that this day is just going to whiz by and I’m just going to miss it,” I said, sitting on a dining room chair, my rumpled work shirt hanging out over my slacks.
“Maybe you’re just making too big a deal about this, it’s just another birthday” wifey suggested.
“I don’t know, this is kind of a big deal – I really want to be present in this.”
I turned 30 this past wednesday.
Under normal circumstances, this post would have been written the day of, but this week has been anything but normal. In fact, all of my expectations about 30 being a turning point year for me could come to fruition in some way or another. Continue reading