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Next week I will officially enter the last year of my 30s. Yikes! I thought I would take a few minutes to reflect upon what that means for me.  I would like to say that after the tumultuous 20s where everything is high drama and emotional angst, the 30s calm down and adulthood takes over. Although it is partly true, I feel like my 30s were the hardest decade yet. When I was in my 20s I thought everything was a big deal: no one understood my struggles, no one had it worse, there was injustice everywhere and only me to fight it. It was exhausting but it was also a blast...I could party all night and still go through a full work day relatively unscathed, I had no attachments, I changed jobs with ease and boyfriends with nonchalance. I went into my 30th birthday guns blazing but quickly leaned that the body can't handle the things it did with ease once 30 hits. My nights out started ending earlier and my days at the job got longer and more complicated. Bills got higher and I no longer ...

I got chastised over the weekend by my mother in law for not keeping up with this blog. I know I have been bad. Not to make excuses or anything but I have tried...nothing has been coming out of me lately. Everything I write seems to be blah. Classic writers block. All the greats get it right? The worst was when I would get this in college and a paper was due the next morning. I was a pacer and a huge procrastinator but somehow I always got it in on time. I guess having a deadline made the difference. Here, who is watching me but my lovely mother in law? If I got paid for doing this, well that would be a different story now wouldn't it?  If I was a paid writer, writers block wouldn't exist in my vocabulary.  But seriously, I need to pick up the pace here and instead of spending all of my time on social media hypocritically chastising George R. R. Martin for taking so long to finish his series, "The Song of Ice and Fire"  I should just complain about it here. Seriously ...

“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.” ― Ernest Hemingway , A Moveable Feast   In one of my previous posts, I wrote that if I had walked the streets of Paris in the rain, I would have lived the life I imagined. Last Thursday as I was walking through the Latin Quarter and the Notre Dame Cathedral, the sky opened up; I was walking the streets of Paris in the rain!  One of my biggest life's dreams was unfolding right before my eyes.  Unbelievable! I was worried that I had built up Paris in my dreams and that when I got there, it would be never be as magical as I had imagined. I was wrong. It is that magical and amazing and beautiful and much much more. There are no words to describe it really - there is an intangible grace and a beauty that resides in its cobblestone streets that is like nothing else I have ever felt. I was comf...

“High school wasn't a trial by fire or some ordeal that had to be survived. It was all a big joke. You just had to provide the laugh track.” ― Scott Westerfeld , Midnighters Manga #1  This quote perfectly summarizes my journey through high school 24 short years ago.  24 years? Has it really been that long since I stepped foot in the door of Fontbonne Academy for girls in Milton, MA? Wow, I feel like an old lady! Why am I musing on my high school years you may ask? Well, recently I read a book ("Allegiant" - this book was so painful I would almost had rather watched a "Keeping up with a Kardashians" marathon - almsot) and watched a movie ("The Perks of Being a Wallflower" - which is also a book and very good)  all about what its like to be a teenager and it got me remembering my own experience through those tumultuous years. I was one of those unusual kids who absolutely loved high school. The main reason being is that I met the r...