30ish.

In a mere five days I turn thirty one. I'm not sure why thirty one is scaring the crap out of me, but it is. By this age I thought I would be wildly successful, driving home each night to my cute suburban house in my Range Rover, being greeted by my equally successful and handsome husband. The reality of almost thirty one is a studio apartment, hundreds of sometimes weird, mostly uneventful dates and a job that leaves me feeling insecure and scratching my head most days.

My rational mind knows that thirty one is young and that I have a lifetime ahead of me, but being thirty one and single most days is just really lonely. My rational mind also knows that I'm incredibly lucky to have a nice apartment, a job and some truly fabulous friends. Maybe being grateful a little more often would open me up to different experiences and help me to appreciate life's journey. Most days that seems like a lot of work. It is sooo much easier to complain, and if I'm really honest with myself, by default I am incredibly lazy. I've decided that for the next year, I am going to make the effort each day to be thankful for something new each day and see where fate leads me.

Today, I am super grateful for the fancy new macbook pro I am typing on-- without it, I don't think I would have started this blog.

Looking forward to the next 365 days.
jw.