My hop-scotching between US and Canada leave me feeling homeless. I yearn for a feeling of being grounded…physically. It’s like I’m just floating around on an air balloon and waiting to be dropped off at my final destination. The fact that I am never at a final destination is starting to get to me. Before I get settled at one place, I have to pack up and go again. Make this stop! The novelty of flying back and forth is wearing out and I think I really have to do something about this or I will be miserly. For me to be crotchety is even unthinkable to me, but I’m afraid that phase will come. Yikes.

Here comes the weekend and I shall stop thinking about this for now. Off for some happy hour and Dark Knight later this evening.

We need to wear different hats and act the part.

I’m still learning. I just keep telling myself…It’s all in a day’s work!

In less than a month I’m turning 30. Somehow it seems like such a big number. A big enough number that it renders inner emotional earthquakes to anyone who reaches it, whether they’d like to admit it or not. I remember last year when my friend, Ms. “Ghost You Know” [P, you know what's weird? The song just came on my iPod! Freaky freaky freaky ol' pal], was short of freaking out about her 30th, I was trying to put myself in her shoes. I wanted to know how I would react to my own 3th. I’ll be fine, I said. I’ll be fine!

Hello World? Hello Age? Hear hear. I. Am. Breeding. Crazies. In. My. Head.

What is it about turning a new decade that is so monumental? For me, it seems that I’m faced with my Self who asks — “What have you done the past 10 years?”

10 years. I’ve lived several lifetimes. There was Me-20, Me-21, Me-22…and so on. Telling you that it’s been a CRAZY ride won’t even cut it.

I’m not the type who lives along the known path. Inside the lines. Normal. If I had to graph my life experiences, it’s whacked. Up up up. Down down down. Never just coasting smoothly. Always interesting, I would say. I’ve made huge mistakes and I’ve learned from them grandly. I wouldn’t be who I am now without those cuts, bruises, stitches and scars. Here I stand before you know, whole. Confident. Complete. Sure. Ready to face more of what life has to offer.

Twenties. Oh twenties. How much of the world you taught me. How much of a hard life you taught me. But I turned out fine. Just fine. One of the the most important things learned from all of those 10 years is to Have Faith. Stand up and keep plodding on. The light? It’s always there. You just have to believe enough to see it. Believe in yourself that you will survive and thrive.

Life isn’t perfect. Just live and learn. And enjoy.

My mother has always taught me to be considerate. Each time I try to be so considerate, I end up hating the outcome because after all that I get trampled on. The truth is, people are essentially just out for themselves.

So. No more Ms. Nice Girl. I’ll do as I please and if something goes wrong, it’s not because of everybody’s collaborative inconsiderate effort. Only mine. And that, I can live with.