Happy Birthday, Car.

Today is my cars tenth birthday. I bought it on my 20th birthday. (You do the math.) I was thinking about the day I bought my car. I got my first speeding ticket that day. I couldn't believe my Jeep actually went over 55 miles per hour. And what kind of cop writes a ticket to someone on their birthday? I also remember that day because I remember thinking about how long my car would last. They call them cheap cars, maybe they are, but Plymouth Neon is doing just fine. I didn't think I'd be driving it ten years later. But then a lot of things are different than I expected them to be ten years ago.
I don't have kids. When I was married, which I'm also not anymore, I thought I wanted to have kids. It didn't work out, but I'm not sorry about it. I have pseudo stepsons and I think they're awesome. Plus, being a part time semi parent means that I get the freedom of not having kids too. And I still get a super boyfriend. I win all the way around.
I don't own a home or drive a mini-van or sell Avon. YAY! All but the homeownership part. Don't get me wrong, the apartment rocks, but I want a backyard so bad. Someday.
I still write, every day, about everything. That's something that I'm never going to change. And I think I'm further along in my writing career than I thought I would be. And I've read a lot of really good books.
I think it's all in our heads, this whole "age is a bad thing" idea. I feel like I'm doing all right, for my age. In fact, I may be a little behind in some areas. And that's okay with me because I don't want to be a grown up. So turning thirty isn't that bad. I'm still just a girl in my heart.