Yesterday, I turned 29.
I’ve been on this earth for 29 years and I think I’m finally getting the hang of life. Reading back on some of my previous writings, both here and in my journals, and reflecting on where I was, gives me a lot to think about. The journey to 29 has not been an easy one and it hasn’t always been fun, but I’m here, living out my last year as a twenty-something. It’s like New Year’s without the fireworks. I still have cake and champagne though.
Like most years before it, I sat down to come up with 29 truths I’ve learned in my 29 years. Unlike most years, I came up with way more than 29 because apparently I’ve learned a lot. Ironically, much of that learning took place over the last year. If there were things I thought I knew, the last year of my life served as confirmation.
So…here we go.
It’s been fall for about 3 weeks now and I’m finally getting around to making my bucket list. Typically, this is an annual thing for me even if I don’t end up coming back to update the progress. This fall is no different.
Like every other fall for as far back as I can remember, I have that tingling sensation of renewal. I feel like I work all year long to get to this point and I have such an appreciation for it. In my world, fall marks a few milestones:
- The start of a new school year.
- My birthday–October 31st. This year, I’ll be 29.
- Our anniversary–October 30th. 3 years married and we’re still chugging along.
- A slower pace. Summer is very fast paced for our family. For whatever reason, instead of relaxing and going with the flow, I feel like my schedule is air tight with no room for mistakes. During the fall, I can breathe again.
About a bucket list
Can we talk about the fact that my baby is no longer a baby? She is eight years old and as confident and fearless as she wants to be. She is everything her mother dreamt of being and more. She is my dream personified.
My last currently post was a while ago, so…
My mom says I have a black thumb. Not a green thumb, but a black one. Any and every plant-like thing I touch, pretty much dies. Imagine her surprise when I told her I was creating a balcony garden.
I’m like 99% sure that my mom doesn’t mean anything by it when she talks about how terrible I am at taking care of stuff and keeping things alive. Thankfully, J is the exception to the rule and has done pretty well over the years, but almost everything else has gone to shit. So, honestly she has a point. It is very, very hard for me to keep things like herbs, flowers, and animals (RIP Charlie the Guinea Pig) alive. It’s never intentional, but their care just kinda falls through the cracks. Well, in the case of Charlie, I solemnly believe that he had an undiagnosed medical condition that hastened his death, but that’s neither here nor there. He’s in a better place.
Back to the balcony garden.
I love, love, looovve, the farmer’s market. It used to be what motivated me to get up on Sundays until I started back going to church. Now it’s my Saturday morning addiction.
The city of Omaha has some great farmer’s markets with even better prices and people. I always feel so at home when we go. Like I’m some kinda “one with the earth” type chick. It’s all cliches and stereotypes, I know. But I am here for it! Usually when we go, we end up grabbing some baked goods, three lemonades–strawberry, mango, and regular, and some vegetables just to say we didn’t come only for the lemonade and baked goods.