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I turn 30 in 2 hours.<\/p>\n

I know, I’m making a stupid big deal out of it. If you’re annoyed, just skip this post and go look at Triple C.<\/a><\/p>\n

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The 30 Before 30<\/a> challenge has been just that…a challenge! Fear is always there (a little bit), along with excitement, but mostly I just need more time. (Don’t we all?) I think I was on track to complete my {super ridiculously overachieving} 30 goals before my b-day…February 24…but then I was out of town for almost 3 weeks, and things got a little\u00a0off<\/em>, shall we say.\u00a0<\/em>And life happened. And sometimes I just wanted to make a big, easy salad or have a frozen veggie burger versus making 6-day sourdough or some other awesome, time consuming bread. TIME.<\/p>\n

And the irony, oh the sweet crazy irony of a challenge involving my age, the time I’ve been trotting on this planet, and it’s in direct conflict with the time needed to complete this challenge. Argh. {Have I ever mentioned I’m an only child? Yeah, that side just popped out for a moment. Sorry.} But, in the spirit of FINISHING a race\/challenge\/goal\/hurdle…I will give myself some extra time to CRANK THIS OUT. Am I cheating? Perhaps. But I’d rather finish well than not finish at all. \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n

Thanks for sticking with me through the challenge, switching my blog over…and everything in-between. You are lovely.<\/p>\n

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Tomorrow is a big day for many reasons, and I won’t go into that now. Maybe later. Most importantly, since I’m usually the last person in the world to make a big deal about my birthday, I get to celebrate a day where I’ve reached 30. Some people just don’t make it to that age. I’ve never had to go one day without the option of 3 square meals. I’ve always had a roof over my head, even if it was leaky. I’ve had access to transportation {public or private}, clean drinking water, clothes, and even {yes, yes} dumbbells\/jumpropes\/TVs\/computers, & other random modes of exercise and entertainment. I have lived a life of luxury, by the world’s standards. I’ve never experienced real poverty, just temporary bouts of stress over money. I’ve never lost my health or my mind {debatable}, and I’ve never been labeled an addict. I’ve felt lonely but never lived hopelessly.<\/p>\n

I do have an always. Always, I have been loved. God gave me the gift of being surrounded by amazing people before I even was born. Loving people have come in and out of my life, bearing gifts of wisdom, teaching, kindness, gentleness, grace and, most of all, themselves. {I’m not looking for a February rendition of “We Three Kings” here, trust me. Yech.} However, I am eternally grateful for these individuals.<\/p>\n

As I think of what I’ve done so far in my life, I realize how much more I want to experience, if not accomplish. I like goals, and I also love to flounder. I like rules and find joy in bending them here and there. Being early can be fun but, let’s face it, I was born late-late. I’m thrilled to just be able to DREAM.<\/p>\n

For the sake of recording for the future (because I can be so forgetful), here’s the stupid\/exciting\/silly stuff I accomplished<\/del> experienced<\/em> \u00a0in the last 10 years…<\/p>\n

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