Tonight is my final night of being 29. I’m heading into my 30s with a joyful son, a handsome husband, a clean house, a belly full of cucumber sandwiches and sticky toffee pudding from a cute high tea service in celebration of Prince Harry and Meghan Markle’s wedding–okay, I know that’s ridiculous, there’s a lot of cruddy stuff in this world, why not celebrate the bright spots? In a lot of ways I’m terrified, but in other ways I’m excited… I’m definitely in better shape than Nick Carraway on his disastrous 30th birthday, when he believed “before [him] stretched the portentous, menacing road of a new decade.”
I’d wanted to be–believed I could be–published before I hit 30. But that’s okay. I haven’t given up. I’ve still been writing, exploring my ideas, figuring out my revision style. And as a present to myself, I enrolled in a 10-week writing course (DIY MFA 101); I figure the cost, community, and commitment will help motivate me to get one of my manuscripts all the way finished. It begins tomorrow and will stretch through my entire summer (ah, the joy of being so close to the end of the school year… all my hope is returning… haha). So hopefully I’ll have more REAL news to share in this blog on a more regular basis.
On another note, I really miss the li.st app and how much it motivated me to write regularly. I was enjoying honing my humor skills there. I think I might practice more lists here, even if they don’t fit the usual tone.
Also, what’s with the rush of exclusively outlook.com email addresses following this blog recently? Are you all spam? Are you real? Hello? Kinda weird.
Three more hours until my birthday… in the past 10 years I lived in Oxford, met my best friend, graduated college, fell in love with Jeff, got married, got Benny Dog, purchased and practiced with my Canon, earned my teaching credential and Masters in Education, found a full-time teaching job, wrote a lot, read a lot, hiked a lot, bought a condo, had my perfect baby Sam, sold a condo, gained a random passionate hobby in baking donuts… and those are just the highlights! Thanks for all the good times, 20s.