Being perfectly honest, I’ve had this post written for a while. I kept reading and reviewing. Editing my words to ensure I was truly displaying on a screen what was running through my mind. Wondering, should I really post this? What if I mistakenly word something incorrectly and it offends someone? I’ve spent so much time staring at this computer screen, trying to find the right verbiage, trying to find the right closing statement, trying to come up with the right title. It’s such a sensitive time for all of us, the last thing I wanted was to make things worse but, really, isn’t being silent making things worse? So…

I have been dreading the year I turn 30 for much of my 20’s. Why? I’m not exactly sure. Why do I dread any certain year? I spent several years celebrating my 22nd birthday with my family. They are very supportive of my odd requests. If Taylor Swift is feeling 22, then so am I.  But what is the magic year? What is the year that you should recognize as “knowing it all”? An expert at this ride called life? When will your life should be ironed out and the road to your future be paved?  I always thought that 30 was a comfortable year. Maybe you’re out of school (cue those…