Thirty, Flirty and Fun

My best friend put that in my birthday card this weekend. Thirty, flirty and fun. Well, OF COURSE. That's the new slogan I've been looking for!

So the big 3-0 yesterday. I'm finally an adult. That's how it feels. I feel like my 20's were a whole decade of me trying to find myself, figuring out where I fit in this world. Dating, not dating, falling in love, falling out of love, wanting to smack the shit out of an arrogant specimen of a guy I made the mistake of dating for his looks alone (I really should have followed through on that instinct), and then finding love again where I least expected it, on the stage. Working at a psychiatric long-term facility (read: trial by fire), working as a nursing home consultant, working at a hospital, working with refugee kids, now doing marital and family counseling. Living with one roommate, living with three roommates, living with one roommate, then another, now blessedly (with apologies to my lovely roommates, whom I love dearly) alone in my heaven-sent apartment. Finishing school, finding time for television and socializing, then going back to grad school and losing both of those again (Don't ask me about Gray's Anatomy. I have no idea!). Becoming an aunt, becoming a writer, becoming an actor, becoming a grown-up. God is faithful, no? What a trip.

Here's to the next decade being as fabulous as the three before...God is GOOD!