That title kind of sounds like I should be talking about my kids, but alas I think it's me. I'll be 31 in a few days. I remember last year as I was preparing to turn 30 I set a couple of goals for myself. Don't get your hopes up - nothing life changing - just pure vanity. I wanted to lose the baby weight, grow my hair out and run a 5k. I was well on my way (2 weeks past my birthday) when I began getting dizzy on my runs - which for me means....pregnant! So two of the three goals had to be put on hold. Fortunately, my hair still grows when I'm pregnant.
Well, now almost a year later, I grew my hair - realized I no longer want long hair - and cut it. I have an adorable baby girl - and am once again on the diet train. And, have started walking - but haven't found the desire to start running again - except occasionally when I read about one of my running friends.
Now, I'm approaching 31. Goals for this year? I don't know. But as I look back over the past year, I think I might dub it, "the year I became a grown-up." I still don't feel grown up - and don't necessarily want to be grown up - but it seems like several things that I always designated as "grown up" things happened to me this year - mainly in my likes and dislikes. For example, I started liking green chillis, grapefruit, and coffee. I know for many people these aren't grown up things...it just so happens that my parents always liked these things and I didn't - and of course parents are the ultimate grown ups - so while having four kids doesn't make me feel grown up, eating green chillis and grapefruit and drinking coffee do. Go figure!
