thirty

Turning 30. That’s the final threshold into adulthood. Yes, there’s 22, then 25. And then 26, 27, 28 and 29.

But thirty? The big 3-0? There’s no turning back now.

I wonder why thirty is on the mind. It’s not so much thirty, but this new level of responsibility. The hubby and I have been going back and forth about so many things for the past 2 weeks, I guess I have nothing else to talk about. It’s the only thing I could write about when I returned from my forced hiatus.

Maybe the combination of making several big-girl decisions has finally brought the reality home. I’m at a crossroads, in both my professional and personal life, and I just don’t know what to do. I’ve always had some vague notion or direction to help guide my actions up until now. But at this very moment, I’m lost.

Thank god I’m traveling to China on Monday. It will give me some space and time to think. Maybe. It being my first trip to China, I don’t think I’ll be sleeping much in my mad dash attempt at cramming ‘China’ into 24 or so hours.

Always fun.

Now if only I could just win a million bucks in the lottery, we’d be set.

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