Upon Entering My Third Decade of Existence

Well here I am. I made it to 30. Last Wednesday, March 29th was my birthday. I have to say it was honestly the best one I've had yet. My team at work decorated my desk, they bought me a card with a religious flavour to it. My mum and I went out for an Iced Cappuchino and honey cruller after work. Two days later on Friday I went to my favourite Karaoke bar with my brother and some friends. I sang and danced. My brother bought me a drink. Cec and Bev, my very favourite singers sang songs for me; and the man who runs it sang the Happy Birthday song. I came home very satisfied. Yes, I have to say it was the best birthday I've ever had.

The night before I was experiencing some "Oh-my-goodness-I'm turning-30 and-I-am-not-married-with-children-yet" blues. I was crying to my mother about how I regret breaking up with Adam and how now he says we will never get back together. My mum told me it was too soon. She said he's only given me his phone number a month before. She said Adam told me last time he didn't see us getting back together and we did end up doing just that. That brought me hope. My mum helped me to realize that it is too soon. She said that it's not a matter of picking up where we left off, it's a matter of starting all over again. I see that. I understand that. I have to play my cards right and let him fall in love with the real me--sans emotional sickness.

I wait and pray.

Pax Christi,
KaraLynn