Well. I sit here and the clock just changed and now it is a new day. Ahh the glory of midnight. Sadly, that change meant it is now my birthday. April 12th, 2001. I am now 29 years old. Do I feel a year older? no. Do I feel old? hmm. Let's review.
I told myself a long time ago that I wanted to have any children I might have before I hit age 30. I want two children. If you do the math you'll see that that just isn't going to happen unless I should happen to have twins.
I once said that I would have a career. I am only just now looking at returning to school in the fall to get my bachelor's degree and I'm going to have to have a long chat with one of those "guidance counsellors" to see exactly where my field of study should even BE. Not only do I not have a career - I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up. So much for thinking I dealt with that little crisis back when I was in high school.
I said I would have a cat. Done. I got a beautiful black kitty for Christmas as a gift from my husband. Problem is... I wasn't ever going to get married. LOL. That particular glitch I'm happy to say I don't mind one bit. I refuse to give up my husband for anything.
So how has my life gone thus far? Well I'm not a lonely old carreer maid living with my bazillion cats. I'm married. I have one cat. We have an iguana as well, but she's not very fuzzy and doesn't purr. She does have her qualities though. I have no children. I guess I'm happy enough with what I DO have that I'm not missing too much of what I don't. I'm embarking on change... retracing some of my steps to remedy some of the path that I haven't yet followed. All in all it sounds pretty good. Then why am I so depressed?
Today I turn 29. God help us all next year.