Big Step

Starting a blog is intimidating. Just thinking of the name for your blog is daunting. Cutesy is out. Tongue in cheek? I'm too tired right now to be clever. Other good names are already taken. I kept thinking, how do I identify with myself? I wanted to have a profound and serious sounding blog name, but that's not me. I'm not serious and rarely have profound thoughts. Then I remembered, I still can't believe I'm a grown-up. By that I mean I am facing a milestone birthday and seem to be getting all reflective. I guess I am a grown-up.

I will be 30 in a few months. My husband turned 31 this year. I told him on his 30th last year that when you turn 30, you are all the way grown. No more "You're just in your twenties" write-offs. You are all grown, all the time. Anyone 20 or above is an adult sure enough, but I think there is a difference between being an adult and being a grown-up. In your 20's you're still growing into your adulthood. By 30 you should be there. It's like growing a mustache. 20's is Spencer Pratt, 30 is Chuck Norris. I think my Chuck Norris is coming in nicely.