Mary Poppins Wasn't Perfect

30 feels good. I had an exceptional weekend in Scottsdale with my sisters and dear friend, Helen, to celebrate. The weekend included movies, shopping, pool time, surprises, presents, fantastic food, and more. So much more. Thanks to these three beauties. My actual birthday was crazy amazing too, thanks to some special deliveries made to my office and great DC friends.  I felt celebrated, loved, and so incredibly special. 

I've been alive three decades. (ok, so I'm 5 days shy of that being a true statement) The first decade will probably always be known the easiest. I mean, seriously. Age 0-10... life isn't that hard. It will always be the most carefree.  The second one, ages 10-20. The decade I survived. Really. That includes Jr. High and High school. Surviving those years is something to be proud of. It's a tough go for some people. Me included. I wouldn't say there was anything extra special that happened in those ages for me. Aside from leaving home to start college. That's a big deal. But that's just the beginning. And the third one. The decade I've just completed. The richest, most thrilling decade so far. Ages 20-30.   The first half of my twenties were not particularly my favorite. That was the season of finishing college, trying to decide what I would do with my life (especially since nursing school didn't work out for me.) There were many tears ...