My first entry

Hi. Yes, I’m talking to you, the one reading this sentence. First, thank you and I hope this helps in whatever way it can.  I thought about writing in a diary and sharing my thoughts (with myself), but then I realized that many people may be in the same boat I’m in. Really this probably isn’t a boat, its a yacht. The largest and probably most expensive yacht in the world. Because I’m 27 and on that long stretch of road to becoming (cue music) 30. And sure, there are all kinds of things out there that say, hey, 30 is the new 20s. But in REALITY (not reality TV), 30 is still 30! I’m single, have a career, living in the city I’ve dreamed about living in, have friends & family, but still secretly (not anymore) dreading 30.

The beach

Today, I had that realization while sitting on the beach and wondering why again some guy didn’t call me or why I’m even thinking about this guy and not realizing how blessed I am to be sitting on a beach.  It’s this curse of being a woman. And it probably doesn’t help that I’m about a week away from getting a visit from Aunt F. But whatever, its Saturday, a day off from the job. I am going to make the decision to enjoy it for what it is. Interesting that I have to consciously make the decision to enjoy the day. Why can’t it just happen?