30!

I'm 30. 30 years old. I can kick. I can stretch. And I can kick. (Ok, that's Molly Shannon and she is actually saying 50 years old. See here if you are unfamiliar.)

But that is what has been going through my head. I'm 30. Oofta. However, I am a lot less devastated about it than I thought I would be 5 years ago. When I turned 24, I practically had a nervous breakdown about turning 25. 25 was slightly better but was on the downhill to 30.

My 20's were awesome. The first couple years were in college at SDSU. I loved my friends, I had a great time with the college life, I graduated on the deans list while still having no idea what I wanted to do with my life. Which brings me to years 23 to 27 in California. I learned so much about who I was and what I wanted during those years. I had a fantastic job, awesome friends, a roommate who stuck with me until I got married, an incredible boyfriend turned fiance turned husband. I got a brand new Jeep, a wedding in Grand Cayman and heck, I lived in Southern California, I could go to the beach whenever I wanted.  The last 3 years of the 20's were back in South Dakota in which I bought a house, had a baby and learned to survive winter weather again.

With my 20's being so exciting, I can not wait to see where my 30's will take us.

Happy Birthday to me!