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I can’t believe that March is nearing its end.  I mean, wasn’t it just last summer?  It amazes me that the older I get, the faster the days pass by.  I realize that sounds so cliche, but it really.is.true.  So fast.  Just like my Uncle said it would when I was about 8 and complaining about how I couldn’t wait until I was 13.  Because then, 13 meant everything.  I don’t really know why, but it just did, ya know?  Then when I was 13, I simply couldn’t wait to be 16 because that really did mean everything… license, freedom.  Obviously from there, I couldn’t wait until high school graduation because from there, I got to really taste freedom by way of college life.  I think that part of my life is where time seemed to stop for awhile, and it seemed we had forever, up until my senior year when I realized it really hadn’t stopped at all, and I was heading for “the real world”.  I remember during my sorority’s last will and testament, I wrote a really long one because I just had so much to say about that period of my life.  I remember at the end, nearly everyone was crying because, like me, they realized just how precious that time really was, and, of course, how it truly was the end of having a permit to make excuses.  Time to grow up.  And to move on.  I am happy I was able to summarize that in words… “…I’d love more time to bake another batch of cookies with my roommates and to watch that bizarre Ozzy Osborne show again.  To have one more Spring to have the first-day-of-wearing-flip-flops-to class-for-the-year kind of day.  To know I’d always have about 20 others closets to sift through for the perfect outfit.  To skip Psych class to go shopping with Liz, or to head out with 3 other friends to Wal-Mart at 11pm just because.  To sit in the hall with my sisters and complain about boys.  And to maybe sit a little longer because there will come a time when we will go months, maybe years, without talking to each other.  But no matter what happens, I rest knowing at least 2 things can’t be taken from me… my degree and this experience…” And even now, it’s hard for me to comprehend that I will be 30 this year.  30!!!  I remember when my mom was 30.  And I remember that Deanna Carter song, “…I still remember… when 30 was old”.  It was old!  But it’s strange.  I don’t feel 30, though I am truly welcoming this upcoming decade.  Why?  Because I feel as though I am just now really becoming the person I am supposed to be.  The past 30 years have been spent accquiring the tools, the experiences, and the people that would help to shape my life.  Particularly, my 20’s.  Gosh, if only I had known then what I know now… sure, I would have done some things differently, but as I have proudly declared before, I may not be who I am or where I am now, so for those hard lessons that I so affectionately call “mere stepping stones”, I am grateful.  Blessed, even.  And now I’m prepared.  Ready to take on my 30’s armed with everything I need:  a stable career, a handsome/loving/understanding/trusting husband, a beautiful stepson to hold me accountable, a home, food, good health, and oh, so much more!!!  Gosh, how so much changes in just 10 years.  So, there really isn’t a moral to this ramble.  I guess just to enjoy each day to the fullest.  Every hour.  Every minute.  Every second.  Because it all matters.  You matter.  And there’s only one you and your life… so embrace it with wide arms and a flowing skirt, twirl even, smile a lot, and laugh at everything!  Bring it on, 30! Love, M sweethomestyle: RVA class calendar project (via makingchickensalad)

I can’t believe that March is nearing its end.  I mean, wasn’t it just last summer? 

It amazes me that the older I get, the faster the days pass by.  I realize that sounds so cliche, but it really.is.true.  So fast.  Just like my Uncle said it would when I was about 8 and complaining about how I couldn’t wait until I was 13.  Because then, 13 meant everything.  I don’t really know why, but it just did, ya know?  Then when I was 13, I simply couldn’t wait to be 16 because that really did mean everything… license, freedom.  Obviously from there, I couldn’t wait until high school graduation because from there, I got to really taste freedom by way of college life.  I think that part of my life is where time seemed to stop for awhile, and it seemed we had forever, up until my senior year when I realized it really hadn’t stopped at all, and I was heading for “the real world”. 

I remember during my sorority’s last will and testament, I wrote a really long one because I just had so much to say about that period of my life.  I remember at the end, nearly everyone was crying because, like me, they realized just how precious that time really was, and, of course, how it truly was the end of having a permit to make excuses.  Time to grow up.  And to move on.  I am happy I was able to summarize that in words…

“…I’d love more time to bake another batch of cookies with my roommates and to watch that bizarre Ozzy Osborne show again.  To have one more Spring to have the first-day-of-wearing-flip-flops-to class-for-the-year kind of day.  To know I’d always have about 20 others closets to sift through for the perfect outfit.  To skip Psych class to go shopping with Liz, or to head out with 3 other friends to Wal-Mart at 11pm just because.  To sit in the hall with my sisters and complain about boys.  And to maybe sit a little longer because there will come a time when we will go months, maybe years, without talking to each other.  But no matter what happens, I rest knowing at least 2 things can’t be taken from me… my degree and this experience…”

And even now, it’s hard for me to comprehend that I will be 30 this year.  30!!!  I remember when my mom was 30.  And I remember that Deanna Carter song, “…I still remember… when 30 was old”.  It was old!  But it’s strange.  I don’t feel 30, though I am truly welcoming this upcoming decade.  Why?  Because I feel as though I am just now really becoming the person I am supposed to be.  The past 30 years have been spent accquiring the tools, the experiences, and the people that would help to shape my life.  Particularly, my 20’s.  Gosh, if only I had known then what I know now… sure, I would have done some things differently, but as I have proudly declared before, I may not be who I am or where I am now, so for those hard lessons that I so affectionately call “mere stepping stones”, I am grateful.  Blessed, even.  And now I’m prepared.  Ready to take on my 30’s armed with everything I need:  a stable career, a handsome/loving/understanding/trusting husband, a beautiful stepson to hold me accountable, a home, food, good health, and oh, so much more!!!  Gosh, how so much changes in just 10 years. 

So, there really isn’t a moral to this ramble.  I guess just to enjoy each day to the fullest.  Every hour.  Every minute.  Every second.  Because it all matters.  You matter.  And there’s only one you and your life… so embrace it with wide arms and a flowing skirt, twirl even, smile a lot, and laugh at everything! 

Bring it on, 30!

Love,

M

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