Today is my birthday. 32.
I always knew I wasn't going to get married before my early to mid-thirties. I have such weird ideas about relationships, and I've seen so many people get stuck, I just don't want to do it. Maybe later.
I did, however, think I would know for sure what I wanted to do with my life, professionally speaking. But I have a feeling I will figure all of that out soon.
So far, my 30's have been awesome. I am so much happier, I think because I try to take things at face value. There's only one thing that I get crazy about, and it's a goal for year 32 not to do that anymore. Another goal is to stop asking questions just to hear what I want. Like last night I asked my dad if he was going to judge me if I ate a lot of mashed potatoes at dinner. Um, he's my dad. Is he really going to say yes? The only person who is brutally honest and would say yes is Nick, so he will continue to get these questions. Sorry sucker.
31 was a big year. I lost about 75 pounds and a tumor. I grew more seasoned in my role at work and developed my friendships into truly strong relationships in my life.
Goals for year 32? Well, for one, stop asking stupid questions. Two, hit my weight loss goal so I can quit WW and do this on my own. Three, NO HOSPITAL STAYS!!