I don't feel different. And I'm seriously hoping that my mental attitude hasn't changed simply because my personal odometer flipped a digit. Although, I can't help but run that Tim McGraw song through my head, the one that talks about the next thirty years.
Oh, there've been plenty of days I'd like to forget - mainly centered around bad, youthful decisions, alcohol and frat parties. Hmm, I wonder if there's a connection.
But I have a husband I love, two amazing daughters and a happy life. I enjoy my job, and the fact that it allows me time with my family. I'm blessed. No doubt about it. And all in all, I wouldn't change a thing. But there's something about reaching this milestone that makes you look backwards and forwards, both with a bit of trepidation and excitement. What will the next thirty years hold? Who knows but I'm looking forward to finding out.
I did set one goal for myself - several years ago - to be published by the time I was thirty. Yes, before all you goal purists email me, I realize I set myself a goal that I had no control over. This is precisely why I've decided to extend the deadline until the end of my 30th year :-) Interpretation is everything.
But I did receive a wonderful early birthday present. On Tuesday I received a revision request from the editor that has my full. I'm looking forward to getting my hands dirty, tearing my story apart and making it so much better. I love these characters and really want to give them a chance to shine. I know with the help of the people around me, and the fantastic guidance from this editor, I'm going to have that opportunity.
I'm planning an easy, enjoyable day including family, friends and cake. After that I'm hoping for an early night and a chance to catch up on the sleep I can't seem to quite get enough of. Tomorrow it's back to the grindstone. Nationals is around the corner and I've got a to do list a mile long.
But I do want to take a second to say congratulations to my sister, brother-in-law and nephew. They welcomed a new baby boy into the family on Monday. He's adorable, with chubby cheeks and a head full of dark brown hair. My husband, God love him, walked into the hospital room and immediately asked to hold him, said it might be his only chance to hold a boy. I can tell you right now that the next thirty years had better not include another baby in Instigator's future.
Word Count Meter: I've finished the rough draft. Yeah!! Now for revisions.
63,000 / 70,000