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Last year, turning 30 felt like a big deal. On the 2nd day of January, 2008...

I complained.
I obsessively checked myself in the bathroom mirror.
I cataloged all of the ways my face had aged in my journal. (It went on for many pages.)
I made last-minute deals with God that if he'd let me keep looking like I was in my 20s that I'd wear out the gears in my elliptical machine in 2008. (I'm pretty sure I heard him laughing.)

This year on the 2nd day of January...

I went shopping at my favorite store on the planet.


I ate delicious chocolate cake...



...and drank IBC black cherry soda. (A delicious, albeit more expensive, substitute for Shasta)


I opened presents. These two ended up being an external hard drive and a humongo-loid memory card for my camera. See how techie I've gotten in my old age?


And I prayed that my husband wouldn't drop another lit birthday cake on the carpet. (I so totally love you, babe.)

Mostly, though, I spent the day grateful for the brief time I've actually been able to be on this earth and the amazing things I've been able to be a part of...and stayed as far away from the elliptical machine as humanly possible.



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