Last Birthday of My 20s – Year in Review

I’m 29. For real, not like I’m 31 and say I’m 29 I actually turned 29. I don’t know if you know this but it’s kind of a big deal because I’m kind of a big deal.

For the past few years my birthday has followed the same sort of pattern: 

-        Wake up get Happy Birthday from the man I love, smile.

-        Cry, painfully for about 3 hours. It’s a mixture of missing my mom, getting older, smashed dreams and thinking my birthday is insignificant and I’m the only one who cares. Woes to me. I usually cry in the shower, it’s therapeutic.

-        Get super excited that it’s my birthday, make grand plans.

-        Cancel all plans and retreat to depression.

-        Wage war against my birthday.

-        Open my mouth to talk and end up crying.

-        Secretly hope friends will come to my rescue and force me to celebrate.

-        Friends come to my rescue.

-        Feel stupid.

This year was no different. I am crazy. Don’t know if you knew that either. I laugh about it the next day because it sounds like the ramblings of a madman and I issue a formal apology to friends and family that have seen me go through my weird whatever you’d call it.

I’m much better now. This year has been a good one in the books as far as I’m concern. Married life is awesome my husband IS my best friend. I couldn’t ask for someone better (cause there is none, see what I did there?). My job? I have one! That’s really all that matters. I lost a bunch of weight through being a crazy workout person. I feel much, much better, not because I lost the weight, necessarily, but because through eating better and working out I have lower stress levels, am no so cranky and am easily able to maintain the craziest schedule known to man. I started down the path of becoming a volunteer fire fighter, my work schedule was adaptable, it is an amazing field and I needed a hobby that would get me out of the house. Ha! Currently, I work 40 hours a week, am in class (which is a 40-minute drive one way from my house) 16 hours a week, pull one 7-10 hour shift at the fire station a week and somehow get running, the gym, and the other mundane stuff in my life in there. I’m in a constant state of exhaustion, but I’m never bored. I’ve made life-long friends. Tim is getting out of the Navy and we’re moving to Southern California. Lots of changes, lots of news, lots of excitement and all before my 30^th year. I see great things to come!