Ok, so I have a month left.
Agh! One month and then it's over. Not my life, I know, but my twenties. Sad. Sad. Sad. The days of youth group, sleepovers, go carts, Guatemala, three-way phone calls, serious boy crushes, summer camp...
Oh, those were my teenage memories. Let me try again.
First margarita,
traveling to Cambodia & West Africa,

becoming a nurse,

buying my first car,

living in NY & going to Seminary,


taking care of Claudia,
meeting my favorite boy,

delivering babies,
living with Bonnie,

falling in love,

moving to Germany & working at BFA


having my own baby...

Wow! My twenties were pretty good. Really good, actually. Sure, they weren't perfect. But, they were probably the best days, huh? Really, I want to know. Does it get better or were those the "best days of my life?"
Really, really not wanting to turn thirty. Already had a good cry about it. I just don't want to be thirty. Ugh. I hate it already.
Well, if I must, then I need a few goals to look forward to.
Here goes...
SOMEDAY I WILL...
~ work in Africa, weighing, feeding and taking care of little babies
~ jet ski again (this time maybe in Florida)
~ work in a coffee place (preferably not Starbucks)
~ become a better photographer
~ adopt
~ travel to the Baltic Islands
~ return to school for midwifery or a Masters degree in women's health/Nurse Practitioner
~ learn French
~ take a trip with just my mom & sisters
~ buy a home (with wood floors)
~ be my pre-baby weight again
How about you, what do you want to do someday?
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