Turning 30

So I thought turning 30 would be this major event that would ultimately throw me into the depths of despair over the things I haven't accomplished yet. Certainly 10 years ago I figured I'd be either living in London as some PR exec. OR I'd be happily married with children living the life of the "perfect" suburban family. Neither of which are even remotely close.

However, instead of waking up this November 1st crying into my All-Bran over the fact that I'm now into a new age range...I found myself bouncing happily through my tiny 1-bedroom apartment grateful for things that I HAVE done...not lamenting the things I haven't. I was proud of what I'd accomplished so far and happy with my position in life. I had just started a new job with my alma matter and was greatly anticipating my birthday trip to Italy. I was looking forward to dinner and cheesecake that night with my parents and an intimate group of good friends. I was finally able to sit back and enjoy the calm that comes with a keener knowledge of oneself and a broader view of life.

Of course having a wonderful 2 week trip to Italy to look forward to certainly dulled the anxiety of entering into a new decade. Let's be honest...in the back of my mind I was hoping that my voyage to Italy would turn out to be a wee bit like Francis Mayes in "Under the Tuscan Sun". Perhaps not quite that life altering...but certainly I expected a little Italian romance. One should always be open to experiencing different cultures.

I've officially dubed my 30's as my "When Harry Met Sally" decade. That being said...I think we can look forward to many more fun postings.