Shhhhh, is She Still Breathing?

First of all, thank you everyone for the well wishes. I was relieved to find that I was still breathing when I woke up this morning, so turning 30 didn't kill me as I feared it would. :o)

I especially want to thank Pete (Px) for the best birthday gift of all. He plotted and planned and went to all sorts of trouble to call me all the way from the UK to wish me a happy birthday. This is why I love him, he is thoughtful....AND he has a hot accent!!!

I would be lying if I said the anticipation of having to check the 30-35 box in life hadn't been eating at me. I was certain that my twenties were going to be hard to leave behind. Even up until the very last minute...my heels were dug in and I was clinging to anything I could wrap my fingers around...desperate to stop the pulling of what I thought was certainly a blackhole from which I'd never escape.

But the harder I fought, the more I realized that I was clinging to nothing.

What was it that I was so anxious to keep from losing...the heartache? The bitterness? The stress?

I realized that the really great things in my life came at the end of my time in the 25-29 box and they have continued to be here to hold my hand as I pack away the past and peer nervously into the future.