Wow! Three decades down and what...five/six to go??? Crazy to think that I could live to the year 2070 when I vividly recall bearing down the hatches for the turn of the 21st century thinking that the world might end. I was laying on a stuffed mattress in the middle of my living room floor surrounded by candles and eating canned tomato soup. My ex saying to me in his best worst Italian that at least we made it to Europe before waiting for the world to end.
I guess I can say the same for turning 30; no regrets! I've been fortunate enough to travel to other countries and see life outside my limited scope. I benefit everyday from the formal education I've been able to receive. Some mornings I wake up thankful for my own warm bed and a roof over my head when some share a single room with all their extended family and sleep on bed rolls. When I run in the evenings, I think about having a strong heart and body to carry me and how lucky I am to live in this body. When I walk in the mornings and I'm greeted by the sun, I can't imagine life without it.
For my birthday I took time out to celebrate mid-month by going on a spontaneous trip to Paris with my newest closest friend. Taking spontaneous trips energizes me and this trip went off without any snags, so once again the spontaneous trip cravings are subdued. My return to Raleigh however has been less than glam. My recent Mr. Fabulous turned out to be Mr. Houdini, and pulled a wonderful disappearing act once again tarnishing my trust and faith in the male species. If anyone reads this and has recently spotted the asshole, call me - it will confirm my suspicion that he's a fool and not a corpse. But enough about outside parties...let's talk about my family. They may not be hand-picked like my friends, but they love me attitude and all and I wouldn't trade their stubborn republican asses for all the rubies in India. We threw a 60th birthday party for my Aunt last weekend and she squealed with delight. In turn, my cousin's new wife and my new cousin, cooked me a delicious brunch and baked some very delicious pumpkin muffins to celebrate the fall and my 30 years on the planet. Awww...like I've said before Life is Good and to repeat a quote that I'm told all the time from my Mama, "Someday your prince will come, and along the way you gotta kiss a lot of frogs." Why couldn't that fable 'be kiss a lot of cute bunnies' instead?
