So, I turned 30 yesterday. And Nan took me to Olive Garden, as she always does. It's my very favorite restaurant. And if you want to know what I ate, I ordered the Asiago Ravioli with chicken, which was very, very good.
And if you want to know how I felt about turning 30, the truth is, I did not feel very good about it. I felt like a failure, like I should have done more and done better by now. I don't make a habit of beating myself up - okay, okay, I do. I just don't usually admit it.
I'm fine now. It was just hairy. I have achieved a lot.
And I have been given a lot.
And I know the next 30 years will be even better.
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