Yesterday was my birthday. I turned 31, an age which I have never bothered to imagine myself. Why? Well... because...
(i was supposed to have everything figured out by 30.)
Wait... what was that?? Oh, right. I was supposed to have everything figured out by 30. Husband, career, kids, horse, all that stuff. Hahahahahaha... well, at least I've got one out of four, right?
Also, I have decided on a career, I just can't make it happen right now. I want to get my realtor's license and specialize in historic property sales. I also want to sharpen my genealogical skills and work for the Church. So far, I need a wee bit more education, and a (much) closer proximity to Salt Lake City.
Kids. Well, all I can say about them is, we're open to the possibility. It's totally up to Heavenly Father when though, and this year, I'm not stressing.
Horse. I know what I want. I want a sane, sound, sweet older gelding with a smooth gait to be a trail and local show buddy. I'm no longer a breed snob. I still dream of the day when I will see my name on a stall containing a pureblood Friesian, but I'll settle for a cross breed. Heck, I'll settle for a Heinz 57, as long as he's strong and kind and has a peanut rolling canter and an easy jog. This also requires a closer proximity to SLC, since that is where we want to settle. I get fairly sick imagining the cost of moving not only all of our belongings, but a horse 2,000 miles, and it's enough to make me thank the Lord that I don't yet have a horse of my own. I certainly wouldn't mind a lease, though, once this darn foot heals!
Here's to what's sure to be an amazing year.