Turning 30: Heartache & Hurricanes!

This is definitely the title of my first book or my first album . . . whichever comes first! It's amazing how life can seem so splendid and just days later seem to be completely turned upside down and lacking. What is the purpose of life? What is my life's individual purpose? My dear Mrs. Astor had a traumatic September. I believe that October was my month. Our lovely Hurricane Wilma wrecked havoc on South Florida, I turned (gasp!) 30, I found Mr. Right and lost him, I ran back into the arms of an ex, fortunately able to just "enjoy it for what it was" and have contemplated every aspect of my life from my job to my abode to my friends to my physical structure to my . . . well, everything. Without sounding too morose . . . I feel something needs to be done, but what? I just don't know. Why is it that the thing(s) we think we want and need the most seem out of reach . . . Oh you wicked ghouls . . . run away and bring on November 1st!

The L Word

It seems I've been away for such a long time. I have so much to write today, but don't know where to begin. I am still out of town and tomorrow must return to work. Love my job . . . can't deal with my bipolar boss. So many possiblilities that can occur regarding that over the next few weeks.

Meanwhile 30 rapidly approaches . . . we are almost counting single digit days! YIKES!

And on the homefront, I have learned that it's best to be careful what you wish for . . . you just might get it . . . and with that, I'll finally say it to myself . . . I am falling in love . . .