As I sit here writing this I only have three hours left of being in my twenties. Tomorrow is my 30th birthday.
Reaching this milestone has lead me to some introspection.
Am I where I thought I would be at this time?
I had always expected to be married with child by now, and I am. But I also thought I would be a super career woman, and I’m not. And I never, in a million years, thought that I would be living in California of all places!
But I guess the real question is whether I am happy or not, and I really truly think I am.
This summer is a little tough, but we are almost past the worst of it.
C is an angel child, usually content and playful.
M is an understanding and loving husband.
And I have a wonderful bunch of friends.

So, am I where I thought I would be on this day?
No, but where I am isn’t a bad place to be.