When I turned 26, I was single - newly out of a very bad relationship - and feeling like I was running out of time. I was definitely closer to 30 than 20, and aside from a pretty good career, didn't feel like I had accomplished nearly what I should by that age. I was very upset when I turned 26.
By 27 I was still single, but was very happy with my single status. I had rediscovered what it was like to be me without a boyfriend and was thoroughly enjoying myself. I had backpacked around Europe and felt like the world was my oyster. I decided that I would celebrate every birthday that still started with a '2'.
28 was the first birthday that I celebrated with my now husband. I knew on our first date that previous July that I was going to marry him. I had reacquanted myself with community theater and was performing with quite a few local groups. I loved being on stage, I loved being with Brandon, and I loved 28.
Gosh.... a lot can happen in a year. By the time I turned 29, I had bought a home and was planning my wedding. We got pregnant on our honeymoon, so I also had a baby before I even turned the big 3-0.
So...31 really isn't a big deal. I still have a great job. I still have a cute husband (who is a GREAT father), we're working on renovating our house, I've got a beautiful, sassy daughter and I'm pregnant with our second child. I feel like my life is just where I want it.
A special Thanks to husby for taking me to The Melting Pot for my birthday. You made it very special. I love you.