It's looming over me people. The big dark 3-0 is just hours away. I have no excitement about this one whatsoever. I actually kinda feel a bit depressed about it. I'm sick, pmsing and exhausted. And all you older folks, don't roll your eyes at me for saying it - you know you felt it when your big 3-0 came up too. It's just that its the dawning of a new decade and I haven't quite figured out how to process this one yet. And I miss my family. And I miss my friends. I miss them a lot.
We've got plans for dinner tomorrow night with some of our "younger" small group friends at Bonefish to celebrate mine and our friend Genesis' birthdays. Normally I would be super excited, but the frustration of this stupid sickness is robbing my joy. Lord I need you to heal me, so I can enjoy every morsel of that pork tenderloin from Bonefish that I'm going to order tomorrow night.