I'm turning 30 soon. Seems like a good time to be introspective about my goals, and such, so let's see...
Well, I already found love. The kind that starts with a big "L" and is mysterious and spiritual and unconditional and that I'll spend the rest of my life trying to quiet the voices that tell me it's not real. I was born into the kind with the little "l" - the love that I will never, ever doubt because I'll always, always believe there are two people on my side. I was even lucky enough to find the other kind of love - the kind that manifests the big-L Love to me every day, the kind that I would die fighting for, the kind that knows romance is emptying the dishwasher.
And I've had babies. Beautiful babies. Two boys and a girl. And two of these babies I was blessed enough to be able to bring home with me from the hospital. The other I had to bury in an Indian cemetery, but I loved him fiercely and will never be able to talk about having babies without thinking of him.
I've trusted God to do the things I most earnestly did NOT want to do. Move to India. Apologize. Share my faith. Resist the urge to send angry letters to mean people. Forgive...well, at least try.
I've been part of something bigger than myself.
I've paid off my student loans.
I've half-way potty-trained my son.
I've gone back to school.
I've started to get over my fear of calling people on the phone.
So, that leaves me with....
..... hmmm, today all I can think of is, get my eyebrows done and paint my toenails.
I only have two days left and my list will be complete!
How's that for goal-setting?