My So Called Life

The big *THIRTY 30*  is approaching this week.

I feel great about it, honestly. I think last year was a bit more strange to think that it was my last year as a twenty-something year old.

I'm entering into my fourth decade. FOURTH DECADE?!

Time; what a thief you are...

In honor of my big birthday and since blogs are fundamentally narcissistic, I am going to give you a review of my 30 years. The bloggers digest version. Since it's my blog I can do whatever I want. So there. Indulge me.

Decade One

Year 1: Hello, World. Here I am! (That's right I came out screamin' folks)

Year 2: Charming the world
Year 3: With my toddler charisma.

Year 4: Made up my words in the back of our yellow Subaru while eating the original Starburst.
Year 5: Sold free lemonade on the corner of Glenmare Street as to not learn the evils of capitalism at such a young, impressionable age.

Year 6: Lived in childhood innocence and bliss with scraped knees while playing "adventure" with neighborhood friends.
Year 7: Saw my little brother be born - among the most powerful spiritual experiences in my life.

Year 8: Mom got diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. We had no idea what hit us.
Year 9: Learned cursive.

Decade 2

Year 10: Believed that Christian Freck was supposed to be my boyfriend for life.
Year 11: Our future problem solving team took state and battled it out at the national championship the next year.
Year 12: Bye bye Glenmare Street. Hello Grand Oak Drive.

Year 13: Friends triumphs over family on the importance scale. Drove on Wasatch Blvd with my sisters in the Cabriolet that broke down regularly. We wore short shorts.

Year 14: Got into some healthy, rebellious trouble. Had my first real boyfriend. Met lifelong friends.
Year 15: Listened to August & Everything After the whole year. Cried. Then moved to Seattle.

Year 16: Hated my new school. Got my driver's license. Fell in love for the first time. Wanted to be 16 forever.
Year 17: Got my heart broken which everyone should feel at some point in their lives, I'm convinced.
Year 18: Loved my senior year of high school. Watched Dawson's Creek. Made lifelong friends.
Year 19: Bunked with the lovely Cole in a tiny dorm room at Western. Felicity cut her hair.

 Decade 3

Year 20: Mom got a stem-cell transplant in the spring. Spent the summer in Israel, Jordan, and Egypt.

Year 21: Had a great tour guide in Bellingham. Spent the last part of the year in the walls of the MTC learning Japanese.
Year 22: Hello, Japan. I loved you and your mikans, paper products, dollar stores, toilets and awesome English translations (among many other things). Made lifelong friends.
Year 23: Traveled for a couple weeks with Lee in Japan in the spring. The sakura were in full bloom just for us. Moved to in my dad's apartment in DC and worked at AARP the second part of the year. Got my first ipod which I listened to nonstop.
Year 24: Moved back to Utah to finish my last year at the University of Utah. Traveled and made lifelong friends.

Year 25: Met Scotty hotty. Fell in love bigger than I knew existed. Slept outside on the back porch couch that summer with him.
Year 26: Got hitched. Went to Hawaii for a second honeymoon - except we were with my family. Didn't want to leave. Scott had a mustache the last half of the year. Awesome.

Year 27: Dentists, dentists, marketing, and more dentists. Goodbye, Utah. Hello Seattle, we meet again.
Year 28: Papers, text books, drug moms, classes. School was pretty much my life and I totally enjoyed it.
Year 29: Graduation. New residence. New job. New practice. New chapter. New decade.

I love my life. It just keeps getting better. Thank you for being a part of it.

Hello, thirty.

I think it is going to be amazing. I can feel it in my bones.

 
*thanks for reminding me of these great words Shan.