I’m determined. Danged and determined that this is going to be my year. I say this every year, and honestly, besides my son being born and two new book contracts, 2014 kinda sucked. But, those are three large wonderful things that happened, so I shouldn’t complain.
However, I feel certain that 2015 holds bigger and better things for me. Why? You ask. Because I’m turning thirty. Yep! The Big 3-O. The funny thing is, I remember when I was 19. The thought of turning thirty didn’t scare me. Even then I didn’t think 30 was “old”. I still don’t, but what I’ve realized is that I no more have life figured out at almost thirty than I did at almost twenty. I just have a husband, three kids, and about thirty extra pounds to carry around plus a mortgage.
If I’m going to accomplish great things, then I’m going to have to make big changes. I’ve already started with my diet, and I must say, I now know why Americans are so over weight. Bad food just taste so much better. I’m going to wake up earlier, spend more time dedicated to my writing and exercising, and as far as having everything figured out. Well, forty sounds like a better age. Yeah! I’ll have life figured out when I’m forty.