There is always that fear when you enter a new decade that life is going to start to decline at any moment. When I was 25 (which seemed like the perfect age) and 30 started to loom on the horizon I remember thinking "I better do as much as I can now because the end is near." (Dramatic, I know.)
Well I turned 30 at the end of June and so far I have jumped out of an airplane, started my dream job, began house hunting with the love of my life (albeit the rising interest rates are a little stressful), proved to myself that I actually have the ability to run long distances, gone on an amazing vacation, laughed a lot, spent time with family and friends, made some new friends, played a lot of tennis, read a ton of good books, discovered a killer new cocktail, had the best birthday party ever, and am just plain loving life. 30 Rocks!!!
I can only say that the first two months have really set a precedent for what I hope the next decade will look like. I hope it looks like finishing school (both Charles and I), actually purchasing a house and settling somewhere, having some kids and a dog (and maybe - just maybe - a garden), and travel (fortunately my job makes the last part easy!). But most importantly I hope it looks like faith and hope and love, because my last decade really lacked those things.
Who knows what the future brings, but I definitely believe that the best is yet to come!
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