Where The Journey Begins

I turned 30 back in June. I’ll be honest and say the approach was terrifying but the after effects were comical. I was single and thought it was the end of the world. Why do women get so melodramatic about pivotal peaks in our lives? Maybe because we view them as peaks. Is 30 really my peak? If so, then I’m claiming 25 for the next 10 years. I can’t knowingly move on from this highly rewarding, pleasant time in my life. Yes, my life is pretty cool. Well realistically its fun and fairly drama free. I have the most adventurous and spontaneous friends. I enjoy hanging with my folks and can actually call my mom friend. My older sister is settled with 2 kids and a life I one day hope to obtain. Yes, I want a husband and kids but only if it’s meant to be. For now, it’s just me and my little man, Jax, a 5lb snuggle bug shih tsu, in my beautiful home just outside the city. Even work it great and stress free. I am truly happy; happy, 30 and single.
Since June 2012, I deemed it best to spend the last year of my twenties focusing on myself, putting a typical routine into place. You know the usual; work, workout, home, eat, and then bed. I think its so funny how people always focus on working out when they are single. You know, because we have to present our very best when entering the dating world. No one will accept me with cellulite and lazy tendencies. With that simple yet critical logic, working out became a regular occurrence in my off time. So exciting, I know, but what else did you expect from a single 29 year old dreading the near future? The least I could do is keep up the “oh you don’t look a day over 25” appearance. So after work hours I hit up crossfit for the most intense workout of my life and despite our coach’s dismay, a much needed social hour. My girlfriend got me into this cult and her persuasion has kept me coming. In case you were wondering, the rumors are true, it’s tough. It’s guaranteed at some point your heart will try to escape your chest as if to retreat from your failing body! Its likely your body is failing but no worries, you won’t actually die. I’d make a pretty good spokeswoman, huh? Now, sign up and get your workout on! In all seriousness, I’ve made some good friends at “the box” who act as great cheerleaders in time of need. It's also changed my life for the better. So this is where my journey into the elusive 30th year begins.