Time to Re-fuel

I didn't realize how prophetic my last entry would be. Ever since writing that entry I have been busy with work, and have been as sick as a dog, so I haven't been able to accomplish much with my personal life. Because I was so busy with work, I really couldn't take any time off to get over my cold, so it has dragged on for weeks. It's been so bad that I haven't been to Curves or my dance classes for three weeks now - and I'm starting to feel the effects. This is the longest I've gone without exercise in three years, and it's starting to take its toll. Needless to say I'm actually looking forward to going to Curves tomorrow. Yes, I did just write that I'm looking forward to going to the gym!


This week has been the most insane - a lot of late nights leading up to the golf tournament, including a 16-hour day on Wednesday! But it's over now. That's it. No more events to plan this [school] year. I am very chuffed with myself - the tournament went well, and I've been receiving a lot of thanks and congratulations from co-workers and parents. I can't take all the credit - I had a lot of help. But it is certainly nice to hear a thank you and a nod of appreciation for a job well done.


So what do I do now? Turn 30. Yup. That's it folks. I have 48 hours left in my twenties. I don't know why I'm dreading turning 30 - I think I have turning a new decade phobia. I went through the same thing when I was about to turn 20... and that was the most amazing summer. And the last ten years have been pretty awesome for the most part.

I don't think it's so much of having one foot slightly closer to the grave. You can go at anytime, like yesterday's untimely death of Canucks Defenseman Luc Bourdon at 21 years of age :(. But, I think it's an aging thing. I am now starting to look older, although I've been told I look only mid-20's. I keep telling myself that I'm not the only one having to go through this. In fact I have a lot of close friends my age (many of us just weeks apart), and we all get to go through this together. A nice, little support group for heading into your 30's.

I suppose the hardest thing I have with turning 30, is that it sounds older, and I don't feel (or look) older. Maybe "they're" right. Maybe 30 is the new 20.