Some Final Thoughts on Being Thirty

In a couple days, I will be graduating from the milestone age of 3-0 to the just-another-thirty-something age of 3-1.


It’s not a profound age like 18 or 21 or 30, but, still, I am eager for the new beginning.  I guess 30 is beginning to feel stale.

A year ago I began a series called, “Thirty Thoughts and Turning Thirty” and like most projects with a deadline, I have waited until the last minute to finish.

It’s been a great year with even greater victories so let’s finish out 3-0 with these thoughts (and vow never to write thirty things about anything ever again):


Some things are just not meant to be.

For instance, I have never been able to spell occassionally.

And I still cannot spell ocassionally.

And I probably never will learn to spell ocaisonaly.



As a kid, I hated going to school because I just wanted to stay home.

When I got to college, I chose to major in Education so that I could get holidays and summers off (to stay home).

When I graduated college, I worked part-time jobs so that I could spend most of the day at home.

And now, after landing a good, full-time job, I still just really want to be home.

Why do I want to stay at home?

Home is where I can create, where I can flit from garden to kitchen to sewing machine, where my time is my own.

I guess for me, there really is no place like home.

(So can I please go home now?) 


After thirty years, I have finally allowed myself to spend the extra couple bucks on my favorite fabric softener.


Mmmmmm, Gain.

Good-smelling clothes are not a necessity…

…but it’s also not necessary to spend life only having what is necessary.



I always thought that as I grew older, the dreams and desires I had as a kid would grow weaker.

On the contrary, they only grow stronger.


Oh, heck, why not one more thought to grow on?


I grew up believing that the strongest people were those who were the most independent.

Needless to say, I spent the majority of my life feeling very weak.

Therefore, I am so grateful to every friend and relative who ever loved me or, if anything, was patient with me.

Dare I say it??  I’m everything I am because you loved me.

(Stop laughing)

Thirty-one…here we go!