Out with the new and in with the old.

I've never been a huge fan of change. I think that comes from all the changes that went on during my childhood. I really like sameness only sprinkled with excitement. So, last week when I went and got my hair drastically cut I thought I might freak out, but I didn't. I actually feel like myself again. I used to have really cute, young girl hair and then I grew it out after Bella was born. I was putting it up ALL the time and that got old.
I'm turning 30 on Sunday. This strikes me as a change and that pushes me to want to make sure all stays the same. Yes, we have a new baby but we've had a new baby before so it's still kinda the same old deal. I used to work out and fit into cute clothes. Well, by golly, I will do that again. Basically, I want to push myself back a few years just to feel comfortable about turning another year older.
This very confusing post does have meaning. I want my old life back.
The past couple of months have been selfless, hard work. I want myself back. I want to be pleased with me on a day-to-day basis.
I used to set goals and achieve them and last week I set another goal.
I'm writing again somewhere other than here. I am writing a magazine article. I don't know what magazine or when, but I hope sometime soon it can be published.
I contacted my former Journalism teacher and she's on board to help.
I am so excited I could just giggle.
And, that makes for a happy 30th birthday week!