Okay. So, now that my temper has calmed a bit and my moods are evening out again (thank you SO much to the medicines that had me a ball of nerves for the last 2 weeks...), I'm finally back to feeling normal. More like myself.
Just in time for my 30th birthday.
Okay, so it's not that bad now that I'm normal again. I might have a few silver hairs and a few wrinkles, I might make the horrible groan when I stand up after sitting for more than a minute, gravity hates my boobs and I can officially say, "When I was a young girl, gas used to be $0.89 a gallon, and music was worth listening to." I still don't look or act 30. I'm rocking this new decade!!
My 30 acts of kindness was a bust, but I did learn something out of the whole idea. Kindness comes in small packages and can have a real impact on people's lives. I find myself every so often sending out a random text or message or phone call just to tell someone how much they mean to me. I hold the door open for others because I know what it's like to not be able to do tasks we all take for granted. And I have a pen pal over in another country fighting for our freedom and I get to send her stuff every week. Which reminds me, I really need to go pick up stamps...but the point is, the little things and the big things make a difference, and when you incorporate these acts into your life, you find yourself a little happier. It's fulfilling and makes me happy to make a difference, no matter how big or small it may be. Just to see someone smile is a blessing.
So I'm sitting here, reflecting on my twenties in these final hours. Here's a brief recap:
My 21st birthday when I ripped my shirt sliding down a wall and walked around downtown Louisville with the back of my shirt flapping wide open in the wind. My first trip to the local casino (not even my idea, I hate gambling!). Moving to the Detroit area when I was 21. My little sister was born. The world's most awkward proposal and engagement. Adopting our first "son," our furbaby Blizzard. A forever long engagement. Going an entire winter without heat in our apartment. Marrying my soul mate. My first pro basketball game. My first pro baseball game. Becoming a restaurant manager. Running away from Detroit and back home to Kentucky. Moving into our first house together. Going to see Rascal Flatts (my fav group!). Going with a friend to get a random tattoo. Becoming a telemarketer. Becoming tech support. Tearing my last surviving ACL while mowing the lawn. Becoming a published author. Putting out 4 books. Meeting new friends. Losing old friends. Celebrating 4 years of marriage and a 10 year relationship. Losing my uncle. Losing my father-in-law. Losing my aunt. Losing another aunt. Losing a grandmother. Losing an uncle-in-law. Quitting smoking. Vacationing in the West Indies. Vacation to the Pacific Northwest, including Forks/Seattle, WA; Boise/Moscow/Coeur d'alene, ID; Big Sky, MT; and Yellowstone National Park. Acquiring our furbaby daughter Luna. Acquiring our furbaby son Axel. Financial hardships. Financial stability.