Its becoming a harsh reality to me that very VERY soon I will no longer be in my fantastic 20's. How in the world did this happen? Where did the time go? Can't I stop this horrible reality? I have loved my 20's. Fantastic things have happened to me during my great decade. I graduated college, got a real job, bought a brand new car (with power windows!), got saved, moved out on my own, got married, bought a house, got pregnant, had my first surgery(c-section), had my second surgery(gall bladder), and gave birth to the most fantastic son in the world!
How can my 30's even compete? I wonder will I become wiser? Will I have another child? Will I have more surgeries? Will we buy a new house? Will I finally get the mini van I have wanted all my life?
I'm scared to move on. When I was young 30 was so old. Its shocking to even say it. I have accomplished much, so I should move on. I should go into my 30's gracefully. Not kicking and screaming. I have a feeling I will be going into my 30's very quietly. (My husband doesn't understand what he should do for this occasion.)
So, in the next few weeks I plan to soak up my 20's. Let my 20's know how good they have been to me. I might just act like a carefree 20 year old. Because very very soon... I will be saying Good-Bye to my 20s.