<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:12:21.843-08:00</updated><category term='adulthood'/><category term='wikipedia'/><category term='technology'/><category term='TSA'/><category term='Orlando'/><category term='saturn return'/><category term='iPod'/><category term='books'/><category term='zen'/><category term='Bradbury'/><category term='astrology'/><category term='love'/><category term='computers'/><category term='30'/><category term='Joss Whedon'/><title type='text'>30 Isn't Old</title><subtitle type='html'>30 Isn't Old is a blog dedicated to making turning 30 a positive and fun experience for women.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>163</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-390633051911684738</id><published>2010-01-02T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T12:58:00.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on</title><content type='html'>I’m sad (and somewhat relieved) to announce that this will be the last entry for this blog. It’s been 5 years since I started working on projects about turning 30. Since then I have maintained this blog for a couple years as well as written and published a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have passed 30 I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; begun looking forward to something new. I will be working on a new fiction series for the next year or two. I’m ready to move on and find a new challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; had a great time focusing on the positive and energetic benefits of leaving my 20s behind. I hope this blog (and the book) help you find your own successes as you celebrated 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave the blog up for about a month before I close it and archive everything. Please feel free to send comments or questions before the site is closed. To keep up with my future projects, check out my primary website, &lt;a href="http://www.cmpetersen.com/"&gt;www.cmpetersen.com&lt;/a&gt;. I’ll be redesigning the site in the next few months as new projects get up and running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you need to reach me, contact me at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:colette@cmpetersen.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;colette@cmpetersen.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Have a Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-390633051911684738?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/390633051911684738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=390633051911684738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/390633051911684738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/390633051911684738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2010/01/moving-on.html' title='Moving on'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-6632564214913901744</id><published>2009-12-30T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T12:57:00.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start a New List</title><content type='html'>I love the end of the year. I’m a goal setter. I make lists and set new goals at least two or three times a year. But at the end of each year I have a lot of company in my craziness. The rush to loose weight, get organized and/or spend more time with family is strong as we approach a new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embrace this time of year by making your own list. You don’t have to make a negative list of all the things you want to change about yourself. Instead you might consider making a positive list such as one of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Things to be grateful for in 2010&lt;br /&gt;Daring trips I want to take&lt;br /&gt;Friends to catch up with this year&lt;br /&gt;Accept a dare (or few) for my 30s&lt;br /&gt;What I love about my look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend a few minutes to think about a fun, new list you can use to begin the New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-6632564214913901744?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/6632564214913901744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=6632564214913901744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/6632564214913901744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/6632564214913901744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/12/start-new-list.html' title='Start a New List'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-440726799043916217</id><published>2009-12-28T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T10:09:00.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpt: What are your goals for the future? (part 2)</title><content type='html'>What are your goals for the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty is the “beginning of a cool time in [my] kids life…an&lt;br /&gt;interesting decade for development in my career and for development&lt;br /&gt;in our marriage.” I plan to, “find my path and have a better chance&lt;br /&gt;to go out and connect with my husband as a couple.” Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I want to get my schedule under control so I can make more money&lt;br /&gt;doing what I’m doing, spend more time towards my work and still be&lt;br /&gt;able to stay home. I would like to have a savings account, something&lt;br /&gt;to fall back on.” Jessica M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To build a six-figure residual income on ten-fifteen hours of effort&lt;br /&gt;per week, have children before I am forty, and a home to stay and&lt;br /&gt;play with them in.” Keri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-440726799043916217?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/440726799043916217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=440726799043916217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/440726799043916217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/440726799043916217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/12/excerpt-what-are-your-goals-for-future_28.html' title='Excerpt: What are your goals for the future? (part 2)'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-5554032613787570160</id><published>2009-12-26T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T12:56:00.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make today the first day of the new you</title><content type='html'>The day after Christmas is often a shopping day or a crash day. Personally, I’m not willing to brave the chaos of after holiday shopping just for a sale. This is especially true when it comes to buying stuff I’ll have to store for months. I just don’t have the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I’ve always loved to do after the holiday is have myself a little fashion show. I usually clean out my closet in order to make room for new clothes I received as gifts. While doing this I try on what I have, sometimes seeing items I’ve forgotten I ever had. I try on the old and the new clothes. Then I give a little twirl and decide what to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally I find that at some earlier time I purchased clothes I thought I wanted but then realized they don’t suit my personal style. This year, instead of tossing out those items without every wearing them, I’m going to take a try at a new me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve pulled out 3 outfits from my closet that I thought I would wear, much classier, and a little more color than I usually wear. My challenge is to wear each of these outfits next week. Well, truthfully, I will wear two of them. It’s a little too cold for the third (capri pants) so that outfit will wait for spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve decided to make today the first day of a new me, a more daring me (at least when it comes to wardrobe). What will you do to make today the first day of something new?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-5554032613787570160?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/5554032613787570160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=5554032613787570160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/5554032613787570160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/5554032613787570160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/12/make-today-first-day-of-new-you.html' title='Make today the first day of the new you'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-5884800501482603941</id><published>2009-12-23T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T12:55:00.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get off the guilt train</title><content type='html'>Family guilt is one of my least favorite aspects of life. Personally, I hate the winter holidays for this reason. Since I was ten years old I have had to deal with the stress of split holidays with divorced parents. While I was lucky enough to grow up in close proximity to all of my grandparents, this actually added to stress around holiday time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of kids drool at the thought of celebrating Christmas three or four times each year. That is, until it happens to them. Splitting time, soothing hurt feelings and dealing with the competition and one-upmanship of family all trying to get the best gift, does not make for a relaxing or enjoyable time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I reached adulthood I began to find ways to avoid going home fort he holidays. Now that I live 1200 miles from home, it’s a little easier. You see my family would never head my direction for the holiday. I don’t really have the space and I live where it’s cold (they live in Florida). Plus being in my 30s, I have a job that doesn’t always make it easy to travel during the holidays. Almost everyone wants that time of year off for vacation. I usually don’t mind being the one to stay behind in the office. In fact I often get tons done while everything is quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only difficulty I have not going home for the holidays is the guilt. I don’t really feel the guilt on my own. It tends to be pushed on me from outside – siblings, parents, grandparents, etc.&lt;br /&gt;This year I am staying home in my apartment with a stack of books and a frozen pizza. I’ve decided to make all the phone calls on Christmas Eve then put the phone away for the holiday. My goal is to enjoy the day guilt-free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-5884800501482603941?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/5884800501482603941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=5884800501482603941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/5884800501482603941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/5884800501482603941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/12/get-off-guilt-train.html' title='Get off the guilt train'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-5339319267541761382</id><published>2009-12-21T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T10:11:00.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpt: What are your goals for the future? (part 1)</title><content type='html'>What are your goals for the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Teach or start an environmental initiative on self sustained energy&lt;br /&gt;for towns.” Nikki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Long healthy marriage and a strong family (with lots of family&lt;br /&gt;gatherings and grandkids).” Jocelyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I want to get married and have kids and travel. I want to start&lt;br /&gt;traveling this summer…I want to go everywhere.” Robin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I want to continue to touch readers. I think that’s really one of the&lt;br /&gt;most powerful things to get email from readers in various countries&lt;br /&gt;that read your stories online…and to connect with people that&lt;br /&gt;I otherwise wouldn’t connect with. Maybe to write for a bigger&lt;br /&gt;newspaper or magazine someday. Certainly to travel; I’ve always&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go back to my parents’ native country which is Iran. To fall&lt;br /&gt;in love with my best friend and to have a couple of kids.” Jessica Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To be able to have money in retirement, money in savings, have&lt;br /&gt;spending money to be able to travel and relax and not have to work&lt;br /&gt;so hard.” Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being “able to be around people I love to be around, doing&lt;br /&gt;something purposeful in life, setting my own schedule…help people&lt;br /&gt;and be comfortable financially.” Lorelie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-5339319267541761382?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/5339319267541761382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=5339319267541761382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/5339319267541761382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/5339319267541761382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/12/excerpt-what-are-your-goals-for-future.html' title='Excerpt: What are your goals for the future? (part 1)'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-3803987487725486332</id><published>2009-12-14T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T10:14:00.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpt: Chapter 3: Redefining Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Redefining Success&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of the central aims of this project was to define what it means&lt;br /&gt;to be a successful woman turning thirty in the United States. I was&lt;br /&gt;lucky that in the year I spent working on this project I met exceptional&lt;br /&gt;women who defined success on their own terms and for their own&lt;br /&gt;lives. I believe that success is not about money or prestige; it is not&lt;br /&gt;about a person’s status in life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instead success is an internal experience. Success at thirty for me&lt;br /&gt;means being comfortable with myself and the choices I have made.&lt;br /&gt;Each woman has her own definition of success. The women featured&lt;br /&gt;in these pages define their own success instead of worrying about conforming&lt;br /&gt;to society’s, their mothers’, or even their best friends’ ideas of&lt;br /&gt;success. Being successful when turning thirty is not about reaching an&lt;br /&gt;end and having fulfilled all your goals; there is more life yet to be lived.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, being successful at thirty is about life in progress and working&lt;br /&gt;toward that “favorable outcome.” The women in this book - real,&lt;br /&gt;average women, not superstars, show that success is what you make&lt;br /&gt;of your own life, not what anyone else or society at large thinks you&lt;br /&gt;should be. Generally happiness and security were the central themes&lt;br /&gt;in the definitions provided by the project participants. Perhaps Symphony&lt;br /&gt;said it best when she said she is a success “because I have found&lt;br /&gt;a happy place to live and happy way to live and have overcome many&lt;br /&gt;obstacles.” The traditionalists agree that they are successful because&lt;br /&gt;they are happy with traditional roles. Chelsea said, “I have married a&lt;br /&gt;good man and I have great kids that are the center of my world. We&lt;br /&gt;have a safe place to live and don’t want for much.” Amanda echoed&lt;br /&gt;the sentiment when she said, “I feel I am [successful] because I have&lt;br /&gt;a great family, a great husband, a wonderful daughter. We both have&lt;br /&gt;good jobs, we’re comfortable.” After reading Levinson I was pleased&lt;br /&gt;to meet women who loved their traditional lifestyle and made their&lt;br /&gt;lives successful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-3803987487725486332?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/3803987487725486332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=3803987487725486332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/3803987487725486332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/3803987487725486332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/12/excerpt-chapter-3-redefining-success.html' title='Excerpt: Chapter 3: Redefining Success'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-7025016360753525771</id><published>2009-12-07T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T10:00:02.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpt: Chapter 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;What Makes a Milestone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A milestone can be defined as a significant point in development.&lt;br /&gt;That’s it, just a significant moment. It doesn’t have to be a decade&lt;br /&gt;birthday or a life changing event, just a significant one. For many of&lt;br /&gt;the participants there was nothing significant about turning thirty. It&lt;br /&gt;was just another birthday whether they looked forward to it or not.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of seeing thirty as a milestone I asked the participants to create&lt;br /&gt;their own definition of what makes a milestone in a woman’s life. I&lt;br /&gt;enjoyed their responses.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some of our most significant moments include our relationships&lt;br /&gt;with men. Those relationships impacted the responses provided by&lt;br /&gt;some participants. Lori considered independence to be a milestone.&lt;br /&gt;She said, “Figuring out your life without a man. It’s ok, really. Your&lt;br /&gt;arms and legs don’t fall off,” was significant for her life. Realizing&lt;br /&gt;she could be on her own and happy is a struggle for many women, yet&lt;br /&gt;it’s a relief once they get there and decide not to obsess about finding&lt;br /&gt;the perfect partner. Plenty of us realized by thirty that perfect cannot&lt;br /&gt;be found by looking. Another significant moment involves having&lt;br /&gt;children. Lynn explained, “If I could decide what makes a milestone&lt;br /&gt;for a woman’s life it would be becoming a mommy…biological&lt;br /&gt;or adopted.” The responsibility and joy of motherhood change all&lt;br /&gt;aspects of a woman’s life. It is impossible to become a mom without&lt;br /&gt;changing because the new person in your life supersedes your previous&lt;br /&gt;priorities.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-7025016360753525771?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/7025016360753525771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=7025016360753525771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/7025016360753525771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/7025016360753525771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/12/excerpt-chapter-9.html' title='Excerpt: Chapter 9'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-6721946808852376129</id><published>2009-11-30T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T10:02:00.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpt: Chapter 9: Self Acceptance</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Self Acceptance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By far the most common milestone discussed by the participants&lt;br /&gt;was self acceptance. Lorelie credited accepting and letting go of&lt;br /&gt;her past as central to moving forward to her future. No matter what&lt;br /&gt;expression was used (being comfortable in your own skin, at peace&lt;br /&gt;with your life choices, happy with who you see in the mirror and many&lt;br /&gt;others) the goal is the same. Being who you are and feeling happy&lt;br /&gt;with that person is a milestone women across the country strive for.&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer said that her milestones are all wrapped up together and each&lt;br /&gt;was necessary for the whole of who she is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Self acceptance may be reached at any time along the lifespan.&lt;br /&gt;There are some self-possessed people who come out of the womb&lt;br /&gt;knowing who they are and where they’re going. They are the women&lt;br /&gt;who make the rest of us feel inadequate without doing anything at all&lt;br /&gt;and don’t know why others feel inferior. For the rest of us self acceptance&lt;br /&gt;is a process. We go through periods such as childhood and our&lt;br /&gt;early twenties just living with little thought to the future or the big&lt;br /&gt;picture. There are carefree times when we are too busy doing to obsess&lt;br /&gt;about our lives.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are however, times when self absorption is necessary.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now might be that time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-6721946808852376129?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/6721946808852376129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=6721946808852376129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/6721946808852376129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/6721946808852376129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/11/excerpt-chapter-9-self-acceptance.html' title='Excerpt: Chapter 9: Self Acceptance'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-1961052986981779605</id><published>2009-11-25T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T10:35:00.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends know you best</title><content type='html'>I once had a friend who I could call after six months of not talking and pick up like we had spoken just yesterday. People were often surprised that we could live across the country from each other and not talk but still be thick as thieves the minute the phone rang. This friendship lasted for 10 years. During that time, we only lived in the same state for the first six months or so. We lived about an hour way for the last six months as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, being close and talking all the time contributed to the destruction of that particular friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In most cases friends are the people who know us best, especially as we get older. Many of us become distant with our families as we move away from home. Others get caught up in starting new families which can create barriers to making new friends and letting people into our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is the old friends, the ones who’ve been with us through thick, thin and everything in between who become our touchstones in life. Friends are those who’ve kept up with the changes in our lives and they know the people we’ve become. Often they experienced the growing pains right along with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m visiting friends this week, spending the holidays with them instead of my family this year. My family is a little scattered so I’ve been given the chance to do something different this year. The beauty of hanging out with friends during a holiday is that I don’t have to make excuses if I want to go home or be alone at some point. My friends know me well enough to understand my moods and my tendency to spend time on my own. They also don’t have the urge to guilt trip me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-1961052986981779605?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/1961052986981779605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=1961052986981779605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/1961052986981779605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/1961052986981779605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/11/friends-know-you-best.html' title='Friends know you best'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-7105523936058868079</id><published>2009-11-23T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T10:07:00.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpt: Chapter 10</title><content type='html'>What's Next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By turning thirty many of us realized that the twenties were all&lt;br /&gt;about learning and making mistakes but our thirties will be about living&lt;br /&gt;life on our own terms. Finding and living by our own rules were&lt;br /&gt;frequent suggestions provided by the participants. Heather advised,&lt;br /&gt;“Search within yourself to find out what’s important to you, what&lt;br /&gt;you value the most and then spend your time and energy on that and&lt;br /&gt;really…make time.” Jessica Y. agreed women should “stop living for&lt;br /&gt;other people, make sure you’re living for your self…Give thanks for&lt;br /&gt;what you do have instead of focusing on what you don’t have.” Our&lt;br /&gt;thirties will be the time to continue to discover who we are and how to&lt;br /&gt;make our dreams come true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The key for anyone feeling restless or unfulfilled at thirty is be&lt;br /&gt;honest with yourself to determine what it is you want then make the&lt;br /&gt;changes. Nancy suggested, “If [you] have something that they’ve&lt;br /&gt;always wanted to do try to get it done so that way you feel a little&lt;br /&gt;bit more accomplished when you turn thirty.” In order to avoid&lt;br /&gt;being stagnant we must be willing to change. Don’t be afraid of&lt;br /&gt;the unknown. The only way to improve is to change. Bonnie Fuller&lt;br /&gt;argued, “If you’re only thirty, for instance, and feel you’re never&lt;br /&gt;going to change your hairstyle or your lipstick color or your ideas,&lt;br /&gt;you’re not going to look like Christie Brinkley does at fifty. You’ll&lt;br /&gt;look like Christie Brinkley’s mother. You have to have the courage&lt;br /&gt;to change and evolve, no matter what your age.” She spent her career&lt;br /&gt;taking chances and helping magazine change with their audience and&lt;br /&gt;the culture as a whole. What Bonnie Fuller did for YM and Star magazines&lt;br /&gt;– making them stand out as quick successes – you can do for&lt;br /&gt;your own life if only you are willing to embrace change and go after&lt;br /&gt;what you want. Jennifer explained that you have to listen to your&lt;br /&gt;inner voice because it will point you to the correct path. She said, “It&lt;br /&gt;was only when I started tuning in to that inner voice that I became&lt;br /&gt;very happy and content with my life.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-7105523936058868079?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/7105523936058868079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=7105523936058868079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/7105523936058868079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/7105523936058868079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/11/excerpt-chapter-10.html' title='Excerpt: Chapter 10'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-685588994589237486</id><published>2009-11-21T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T10:35:00.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointy hats and balloons</title><content type='html'>Do you remember your childhood birthday parties? I’m assuming (and hoping) that you had them. I realize not everyone has good memories of childhood birthdays. So this part suggestion is for those who did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go classic for your 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; celebration with the pointy hats, Mylar balloons (complete with helium tank) and noise makers. Get into the celebration hanging streamers and purchasing matching plates, cups and napkins. Heck, go for the party favors too. Feel free to choose adult favors if you prefer. A can of red bull, mini vodka bottle and some fancy chocolate are sure to make your party guests feel special. Or at least too inebriated to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the goofy and ridiculous which is why this idea appeals to me. Plus, as an old favorite style for birthday parties, you can get the supplies in a flash (I said flash, not flask). Select a theme from princess to over the hill, there are more options than you can shake a stick at if you visit your local party store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With two quick trips – to the grocery store and the liquor store – you’ll be all set. You can get the cake, food, sugar and any dietary indulgence at the grocery store. Then stop at the liquor store to load up on a select drink for the day – pink champagne for the princess, your signature martini or some other fruity concoction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s better than combining the fun of a kids noisy party with the noise of drunken adults? Have fun and remember, those pointy had might poke an eye out if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aren&lt;/span&gt;’t careful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-685588994589237486?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/685588994589237486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=685588994589237486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/685588994589237486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/685588994589237486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/11/pointy-hats-and-balloons.html' title='Pointy hats and balloons'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-1120668735944848476</id><published>2009-11-18T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:33:00.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Find the you, you used to know</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When life gets busy like it has this month, I often look up and realize that life is passing me by. I think I missed October completely and found myself smack dab in the middle of November before I even realized it. The first few weeks of November have been especially busy since I’m working on writing a novel for National Novel Writing Month, planning a trip to Atlanta for some quality friend time and at the same time, preparing for a work related exam on December 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening, when I realized I am tired and frazzled, I decided to take a break and get my head back on straight. I gave myself a half hour for this so I was a little rushed but still I feel great now that I’m done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could I accomplish in a half hour, you might ask. I found the me I used to be. I pulled out a box of old photos and sifted through them. There I discovered reminders of many of my favorite things in old photos including:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Cocoa Beach with a thunderstorm headed in from the Atlantic&lt;br /&gt;Four friends laughing in front of a pub&lt;br /&gt;Horseback riding when I was about 5&lt;br /&gt;High school – lots of photos from my newspaper days, a smooch with a cute boy (whose name I can’t recall) and laughing with friends&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only took about five minutes of flipping through these photos to relax my shoulders, create a smile and get me ready to get back to work. I’m fairly self-aware so it doesn’t take long to get my head where it needs to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you’re frazzled, a simple reminder of your own past self may be all you need to shift your perspective back in line. Sometimes just getting in touch with the person you are is all you need to get moving and motivated again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-1120668735944848476?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/1120668735944848476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=1120668735944848476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/1120668735944848476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/1120668735944848476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/11/find-you-you-used-to-know.html' title='Find the you, you used to know'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-113800318212566538</id><published>2009-11-16T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T10:17:01.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpt: Chapter 5: The Mommy Track</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;For the right woman, the woman who desires and chooses to be&lt;br /&gt;a mother, motherhood can be an amazing experience. It also can be&lt;br /&gt;exhausting and trying. Being a mom is difficult; it is hard work to&lt;br /&gt;make all the decisions needed to raise a child and it seems to be getting&lt;br /&gt;harder. Douglas and Michaels explained that in a recent poll eightyone&lt;br /&gt;percent of women said it was harder to be a mom now than twenty&lt;br /&gt;years ago. One reason the authors of&lt;/em&gt; The Mommy Myth &lt;em&gt;give for this&lt;br /&gt;increased difficulty was that “mothers needed to be the equivalent of&lt;br /&gt;physicians’ assistants, pharmacists, child product safety testers, nutritionists,&lt;br /&gt;crafts people, and district attorneys” because they are now&lt;br /&gt;immersed in “the new risk-saturated world of motherhood…in which&lt;br /&gt;childhood danger became a national fixation.” Mothers are expected&lt;br /&gt;to protect their children from everything from choking to child molesters&lt;br /&gt;all while feeding them organic, home-prepared meals and providing&lt;br /&gt;constantly changing age appropriate toys and games. The pressure&lt;br /&gt;to be a mom comes early in a young woman’s life and she continues&lt;br /&gt;to be inundated throughout her lifetime whether she decides to be a&lt;br /&gt;mom or not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in life is perfect including motherhood but I believe&lt;br /&gt;women who make that choice freely are happy with their decision.&lt;br /&gt;They have opened themselves up to new joys and experiences that&lt;br /&gt;cannot be experienced by anyone other than a mother. However,&lt;br /&gt;they trade that joy for the responsibilities and pressures to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Women fight the pressure to be perfect on a daily basis and if they&lt;br /&gt;listen to the media they will never succeed. The good news is that the&lt;br /&gt;mothers I met were self-aware enough to avoid the pitfalls of obsession&lt;br /&gt;with media and magazines. They decided instead to be the best&lt;br /&gt;parents they could regardless of what outside sources demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-113800318212566538?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/113800318212566538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=113800318212566538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/113800318212566538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/113800318212566538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/11/excerpt-chapter-5-mommy-track.html' title='Excerpt: Chapter 5: The Mommy Track'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-3741175668711665244</id><published>2009-11-14T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T10:32:00.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate with family</title><content type='html'>I often write from the single perspective since that’s the only one I have. On occasion I need to be reminded to think about the couples and mommies out there. So for today’s celebration idea, I’ve decided to focus on a family flair. Typically my favorite family gathering is the backyard barbecue. Warm weather, burgers and kids running around outside relaxes me. However, I realize it’s November and most of us live in colder climates and it’s a little too chilly for a barbecue this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Still, the month of November tends to be a family focused month for me, something about pie and Thanksgiving. Consider one of the following ideas to have a family celebration for turning 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s the kids decide. Kids love to get involved. If yours are old enough to do a little planning, consider letting them make the plans. Maybe daddy can help them make pancakes for a breakfast in bed. Or mini-golf might be your kids’ idea of fun with mom and dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay in and get cozy. When life get’s hectic a night at home in front of the television might be just what the doctor ordered for your birthday celebration. Grab a family friendly movie, butter up some popcorn and sprawl out with your loved ones for a cozy celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candlelit dinner for two. If your family is made of two, consider a romantic birthday party. Order take out from your favorite restaurant, combine that with a bottle of champagne, a sexy husband and you’ll have a recipe for appreciation and joy. Having your love’s full attention for a night of romance eases any aches turning 30 might cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The keys to a family celebration are fairly simple, strive for relaxed, casual, fun and simple. Get everyone involved so they can do the heavy lifting, then settle in and enjoy the celebration of you, the birthday girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-3741175668711665244?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/3741175668711665244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=3741175668711665244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/3741175668711665244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/3741175668711665244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/11/celebrate-with-family.html' title='Celebrate with family'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-1667829722288940722</id><published>2009-11-11T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T10:32:24.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few questions</title><content type='html'>I was rereading a book I mentioned a long time ago, Book of Ages: 30, and I started thinking – it might be time to ask a few questions. The book states some averages that give you an idea of where you are in comparison with the rest of the universe turning 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example,&lt;br /&gt;“4,211,541 Americans will turn 30 this year&lt;br /&gt;83% carry debt - median balance $26,500&lt;br /&gt;50% have a credit card balance - median bal $2,100&lt;br /&gt;1 in 33 – 30-year-old men is a virgin&lt;br /&gt;1 in 25 – 30-year-old women is a virgin”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information, check out the book or the web site at &lt;a href="http://www.bookofages.com/"&gt;http://www.bookofages.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my questions:&lt;br /&gt;So how is your sex life?&lt;br /&gt;Are you more active than others, or less?&lt;br /&gt;How about your money?&lt;br /&gt;With the recent recession, are you drowning, surviving or thriving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in the mood to get some perspective in my life, so I started asking these questions. Then I looked in the book to see where I stand. Let’s just say there’s good news and bad news and now I’ve got to make a few changes on the bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you stand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-1667829722288940722?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/1667829722288940722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=1667829722288940722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/1667829722288940722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/1667829722288940722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-few-questions.html' title='Just a few questions'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-6213951134260020122</id><published>2009-11-09T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T10:05:00.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpt: Meet Nikki</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Nikki is a bright woman who has learned a great deal about&lt;br /&gt;herself in the past few years. Born in Knoxville, Tennessee,&lt;br /&gt;she now lives with her husband in Sterling, Virginia. The couple&lt;br /&gt;has been married less than one year and she said her marriage was&lt;br /&gt;her most important milestone to date. Nikki explained that she feels&lt;br /&gt;she is on her way to being successful. She defined success as “happiness&lt;br /&gt;and peace with ones accomplishments.” She stated she does&lt;br /&gt;not feel totally there because she is “working in a soulless job.” She&lt;br /&gt;works as an environmental consultant for various government agencies&lt;br /&gt;and consults about environmental toxicology. For now her job&lt;br /&gt;“means nothing but a paycheck” to her because she reviews and evaluates&lt;br /&gt;data to create risk assessments for environmental organizations&lt;br /&gt;instead of helping others or working on an environmental initiative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She tutors biology in her free time. She has found tutoring to be&lt;br /&gt;more fulfilling than her day job and wants one day to focus on teaching&lt;br /&gt;full time. She has not decided if she will go back to college to&lt;br /&gt;obtain her Doctorate to be able to teach college students or if she&lt;br /&gt;will pursue her teaching certificate to teach secondary biology. Being&lt;br /&gt;a “nerdy scientist [who] liked to explore things” during her childhood&lt;br /&gt;is something she said she wants to share with a new generation.&lt;br /&gt;She explained that education “is crucial to existence, everyone should&lt;br /&gt;have access and everyone should get the same opportunities.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-6213951134260020122?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/6213951134260020122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=6213951134260020122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/6213951134260020122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/6213951134260020122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/11/excerpt-meet-nikki.html' title='Excerpt: Meet Nikki'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-446314290919232218</id><published>2009-11-07T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T10:31:42.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take an adventure</title><content type='html'>Some people just don’t like to celebrate birthdays. I understand that bad memories, apathy and even busy lives can often keep you from celebrating. If a celebration &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t you style, you might consider taking an adventure instead. Every life benefits from an adventure now and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your idea of adventure might be wanted the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rain forests&lt;/span&gt; of Brazil, playing craps in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas or just wearing a mini skirt to church on Sunday. Take a minute to consider what would make you feel daring. If your best friend were to dare you to do something, what would that thing be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend has dared me to anything from flash truck drivers and kiss random firemen at a parade to talking to strangers on the bus. It’s possible that my daring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t as daring as yours. That’s okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, daring might be asking your boss for a raise or asking the cute coffee guy for an extra sprinkle. Whatever you’re limits are, consider for one day, stretching and surpassing them. Our 30s will be full of adventure so we might as well get off to a great start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a list of 5 things you would consider an adventure. If you can’t think of anything, ask your best friend to think of 5 dares. Write them down, then for your birthday, go out and do them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can’t take a travel adventure – because really, a weekend in Paris sounds like an adventure to me – then choose an adventure closer to home. Whatever you do, just do something daring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart will pound, your blood will move and in the end, you’ll laugh your ass off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-446314290919232218?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/446314290919232218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=446314290919232218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/446314290919232218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/446314290919232218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/11/take-adventure.html' title='Take an adventure'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-5608122808073836090</id><published>2009-11-02T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:57:00.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpt: What Does it mean to have it all?</title><content type='html'>“For me it’s being well rounded, that you have enough.” Heather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“To be able to look at your life and realize you are blessed and you&lt;br /&gt;are happy.” Lori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Having it all means that “all the key parts need to be there and be&lt;br /&gt;balanced in order for me to be happy.” Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“To have happiness and to have everything that I need, a loving,&lt;br /&gt;caring dedicated husband, a supportive family and not to have any&lt;br /&gt;worries.” &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bobi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;“Strong family life and being comfortable with who you are as a&lt;br /&gt;person. You need to prioritize. To me family is the most important&lt;br /&gt;thing. When I start having children, my main priority will be to focus&lt;br /&gt;on them first (career second). It is important to realize that material&lt;br /&gt;things are not the most important thing.” Jocelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;“Having it all means there is no one controlling your time or your&lt;br /&gt;money. When your time belongs to you and you only answer to&lt;br /&gt;yourself, and you have enough money to make use of your time, then&lt;br /&gt;your cup should &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;runneth&lt;/span&gt; over.” Keri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-5608122808073836090?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/5608122808073836090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=5608122808073836090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/5608122808073836090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/5608122808073836090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/11/excerpt-what-does-it-mean-to-have-it.html' title='Excerpt: What Does it mean to have it all?'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-2032592756908894217</id><published>2009-11-01T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T19:34:33.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National Novel Writing Month begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SuzzQjRoE9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/E7YOiH_jkNk/s1600-h/nano_09_blk_participant_120x240_png.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398957518983009234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SuzzQjRoE9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/E7YOiH_jkNk/s320/nano_09_blk_participant_120x240_png.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-2032592756908894217?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/2032592756908894217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=2032592756908894217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/2032592756908894217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/2032592756908894217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/10/national-novel-writing-month-begins.html' title='National Novel Writing Month begins'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SuzzQjRoE9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/E7YOiH_jkNk/s72-c/nano_09_blk_participant_120x240_png.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-3688468234067702984</id><published>2009-10-26T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T09:57:19.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpt from Chapter 2: Facing Fear</title><content type='html'>Body Issues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Earlier I shared that twenty-one percent of the participants&lt;br /&gt;expressed fears about physical deterioration that comes with age. I&lt;br /&gt;also asked them if they had concerns about their bodies other than&lt;br /&gt;aging. Sixty-eight percent of the participants said they did have issues&lt;br /&gt;with their bodies. We live in a weight obsessed culture. You can’t&lt;br /&gt;turn on the news without some story about obesity in adults or children.&lt;br /&gt;Additionally there have been a recent rash of reality show about&lt;br /&gt;how parents are making their kids fat or people are competing to lose&lt;br /&gt;weight. How is anyone supposed to feel comfortable in their own skin&lt;br /&gt;with all this negative imagery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tara explained, “Of course I have issues with my weight, with&lt;br /&gt;current society and anorexic supermodels, self assurance about weight&lt;br /&gt;is down. But I’ve decided I’m not gonna make myself miserable to&lt;br /&gt;be a size ten or whatever, I’d rather be fat and happy. Notice how all&lt;br /&gt;those sayings are fat and sassy not thin and sassy?”17 While I love her&lt;br /&gt;attitude and can agree most of the time, body confidence is still a problem&lt;br /&gt;I struggle with. There was a time when I was one of the skinniest&lt;br /&gt;kids in school. I was also one of the smallest at 5’2”. I never thought&lt;br /&gt;about weight until I was about twenty-five when my body morphed&lt;br /&gt;into something I didn’t recognize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Women’s bodies curve; there is no way to avoid it. It happens at&lt;br /&gt;different ages for each woman. For some pregnancy brings on voluptuousness,&lt;br /&gt;for others time is the culprit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-3688468234067702984?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/3688468234067702984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=3688468234067702984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/3688468234067702984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/3688468234067702984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/10/excerpt-from-chapter-2-facing-fear.html' title='Excerpt from Chapter 2: Facing Fear'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-315843883839657580</id><published>2009-10-14T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T13:06:00.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is TV getting you down?</title><content type='html'>One thing that motivated me to write about turning 30 was the observation that the media and pop culture drive a lot of negative feelings in our lives. For most women, the constant comparisons to ads, magazines and celebrities where the average woman comes out as less than, tends to encourage us to feel insecure about our bodies and our age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few women will look like supermodels or celebs at 30 so why would anyone use this standard of beauty? When I first started thinking about the project I came across a few other books about turning 30 and all of them included stories from women who were celebrities or otherwise extraordinary in their fields (such as Olympic athletes, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;prima&lt;/span&gt; ballerinas, etc.). When I started writing I wanted another approach, one based in the real life where I live, not fantasy land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I began reading an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ebook&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;The Vice-Busting Diet Book&lt;/em&gt; by Julia &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Griggs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Havey&lt;/span&gt;. In this book, Ms. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Havey&lt;/span&gt; considers television watching to be one of the most significant diet vices of the modern age. After reading, I decided that television isn't just impacting our waistlines; it's corroding our sense of self and self esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;"Television takes away our ability to effectively communicate with our spouse, our children, our family, and friends—all in the name of entertainment."&lt;/span&gt; (Julia &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Griggs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Havey&lt;/span&gt;,  p. 19 in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ebook&lt;/span&gt; version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entertainment she talks about is really eating away at who we are. Our strength as individuals might be eroded by the constant images of beautiful people in overly dramatized lives. TV is all about visual representation and the constant reinforcement might just be influencing any tension you feel about getting older.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-315843883839657580?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/315843883839657580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=315843883839657580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/315843883839657580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/315843883839657580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-tv-getting-you-down.html' title='Is TV getting you down?'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-2531463605376389894</id><published>2009-10-12T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T15:59:02.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpt: Popular media and our 30s</title><content type='html'>Please enjoy this excerpt from the Introduction to 30 Isn’t Old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Popular media and a celebrity obsessed culture imply that movie&lt;br /&gt;star standards apply to the rest of the nation. Since celebrity culture can&lt;br /&gt;be in our homes every day through television, computers and even our&lt;br /&gt;phones, there is an assumption that they represent the norm. Waiting in&lt;br /&gt;line to check out at the supermarket there are racks of magazines that&lt;br /&gt;tell who is doing what with whom and what they were wearing when&lt;br /&gt;they did it. These magazines are not full of educational or entertaining&lt;br /&gt;articles. Instead they are full of pictures, images to show us celebrities&lt;br /&gt;from multiple angles, in various wardrobe and states of embrace.&lt;br /&gt;Celebrities influence women’s hairstyles, clothing and our notions of&lt;br /&gt;beauty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hollywood is a place of youth. There the most cutting edge treatments&lt;br /&gt;are available to protect youth – from personal training and crazy&lt;br /&gt;cabbage diets to toxic injections and face lifts. There is little about the&lt;br /&gt;human body that cannot be changed by a skilled plastic surgeon. With&lt;br /&gt;the plastic bodies and beauty obsession Hollywood is the only place in&lt;br /&gt;this country where thirty is considered old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the rest of the nation, this concept is ludicrous. Sometimes it&lt;br /&gt;can be easy to get coerced into feeling lacking when bombarded by&lt;br /&gt;celebrity images and concepts of beauty. Stick thin, big breasted and&lt;br /&gt;perfectly symmetrical faces are hard to come by outside of celebrity&lt;br /&gt;magazines and plastic surgeon waiting rooms. Once you step away&lt;br /&gt;from the television and put down the magazines to look at the women&lt;br /&gt;living in reality, the view changes. Real women in Atlanta and Minneapolis&lt;br /&gt;are not all size zero or perpetually twenty-five.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I’m suggesting we toss out media and celebrity views of thirty.&lt;br /&gt;As women we have an expected lifespan of eighty plus years and&lt;br /&gt;plenty are left after thirty. We can continue to have children for about&lt;br /&gt;a decade, depending on health and medical circumstances. For working&lt;br /&gt;women there are at least thirty-five more years of expected work&lt;br /&gt;before retirement. If you choose you can be as active at thirty as you&lt;br /&gt;were at twenty, possibly even more so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is nothing about thirty that makes a woman old or used&lt;br /&gt;up. Such a notion was only valid in past centuries when the average&lt;br /&gt;lifespan was less than forty years and by the age of thirty women&lt;br /&gt;had given birth multiple times. Then, childbearing was an exhaustive&lt;br /&gt;and wearing activity that aged women quickly. Medical science&lt;br /&gt;and modern convenience have slowed our aging process so the antiquated&lt;br /&gt;notions are irrelevant. For the average American woman,&lt;br /&gt;thirty is far from old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-2531463605376389894?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/2531463605376389894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=2531463605376389894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/2531463605376389894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/2531463605376389894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/10/excerpt-popular-media-and-our-30s.html' title='Excerpt: Popular media and our 30s'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-8883505123708043390</id><published>2009-10-10T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T16:10:09.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Celebrate: Return to childhood</title><content type='html'>If you're thinking about how to celebrate 30 and have hit a road block, consider taking a page from parties of your past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider a Theme Party from your favorite TV show, cartoon or hobby. Have you ever shopped the party store with a child under the age of 10? If so, you'll recall the variety of choices from Transformers and Sponge Bob to Princess, Rock Star, Cowboy, Racing and Barbie style decorations and themes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make your party a retro celebration of your earliest years. Remember the ages when you looked forward to every birthday? You probably even counted your age by 1/2 or 1/4 years just to take advantage of growing up. Embrace those same emotions with a party reminiscent of those fun filled days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head to the party store and choose your favorite childhood theme. Pack candy bags for your friends. Paper cups can be used for adult beverages in the form of sugary punch or spiked lemonade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those living in warm climates, consider a pool or yard party complete with pool games, a slip n' slide or running through sprinklers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: the goal is to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;capture the joy of those younger birthday celebrations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-8883505123708043390?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/8883505123708043390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=8883505123708043390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/8883505123708043390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/8883505123708043390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-to-celebrate-return-to-childhood.html' title='How to Celebrate: Return to childhood'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-2597682402827279313</id><published>2009-10-07T12:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:02:19.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the time GOES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;This morning over my coffee and croissant I read an article in Redbook magazine called "A to-do list do-over." This is one of those articles where a busy and disorganized mom gets help from an organizational expert in order to streamline her schedule to get things done. In the case of this article, the organization expert was Julie Morgenstern, one of the most known professional organizers around. The desperate woman was a teacher with three kids, one husband and parents who live in the area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whenever I read this type of article, I feel a little guilty. If these women with their many and varied priorities can manage to get things done plus have time to exercise and take care of themselves, then I really have no excuse for not getting things done. I'm a single gal with a time consuming job and high maintenance family but since that family lives 1200 miles away and the job is fun, there really shouldn't be problems with getting it all done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yet, there are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I spend many nights sitting in hotel rooms exhausted and curled up in front of the TV with room service. I know this sounds like the life, free and easy, and most of the time it suits me just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But there are times when I just can't get done all the things I want to. Maybe I'm too ambitious – I want to exercise, eat healthy, learn to run a marathon (I run zero steps at the moment), write a novel, revise my website, keep in touch with friends – and many other things. Work tends to be all that gets done. Enough so that my manager recently asked me if I know how to have a life.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am quite certain that I know how to be lazy and waste time with the best of them. I've been inspired by the article and decided to do my own personal time study. I've participated in a few of these at work where I documented every step and action I take through the day. The purpose of such studies is normally to determine where there is waste and redundancy.  A personal time study might have similar results. For a change, I've decided to diagnose the cause of my problem before I try to motivate or plan to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm taking the logical route this time, wish me luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-2597682402827279313?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/2597682402827279313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=2597682402827279313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/2597682402827279313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/2597682402827279313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-time-goes.html' title='Where the time GOES'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-65634047807441803</id><published>2009-10-05T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T15:19:32.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpt: What do your children mean to you?</title><content type='html'>At the end of each chapter of the book I included quotes from the participants. These were the participants' responses during the interview to some of the questions. I'm sharing the excerpt from Chapter 5 and some answers to the question, "What do your children mean to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;“I wish I could bottle up the feeling I feel whenever I hear mom. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;always knew I wanted to have children. I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; always loved being with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;children; I love working with children.” Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;“Everything. They bring every emotion under the sun, anger and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;happiness and bring out the little kid in me all over again. My life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;right now is taking care of them.” Jessica M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;“It means a lot of responsibility. It is the most fantastic thing I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ever experienced in my life but it is the scariest thing that I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ever experienced in my life because I think that I am responsible for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;another human being and what they learn and how they act and what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;they believe.” Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;These 3 moms were willing to talk about the joy and awe of motherhood. But they also shared some of the stress, worry and anxiety that comes with being a mom while trying to navigate our 30s. For more of their stories, please read 30 Isn't Old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If you're a mom in your 30s, take 2 minutes today to think about what your children mean to you. You might just remember to take a break and have some fun with your bundles of joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-65634047807441803?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/65634047807441803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=65634047807441803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/65634047807441803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/65634047807441803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/10/excerpt-what-do-your-children-mean-to.html' title='Excerpt: What do your children mean to you?'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-207493904174243518</id><published>2009-09-28T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T15:37:04.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's awake at 4 AM?</title><content type='html'>A couple hours ago I was riding through southern Mass and northern RI on my way to the airport in Providence. It was 415 in the morning and there were a surprising number of cars on the road. There was even a line at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dunkin&lt;/span&gt; Donuts drive-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; we passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking, who are these people and why are they up. Personally, I'm only up this early for extreme situations like hospital visits, late night romance and flights to the west coast. Today I'm traveling to Sacramento, hence the early am trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who are the other early drivers?&lt;br /&gt;Night shift workers (on lunch break)&lt;br /&gt;Off shift workers headed home at the end of the work day&lt;br /&gt;Early morning workers&lt;br /&gt;Parents trying to get the baby to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Paper delivery persons&lt;br /&gt;Strippers/entertainers&lt;br /&gt;Vampires&lt;br /&gt;Nocturnal beekeepers&lt;br /&gt;Teenagers&lt;br /&gt;Cramming students&lt;br /&gt;Procrastinators&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are plenty of others to consider but it's still a little early for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After making my list I reminded myself to be grateful that I am not usually one of these 4 AM travelers. Since settling into my 30s there is one thing I can say for certain, I love my sleep and I'm unwilling to see 4 AM unless I have to. There was a time in my early 20s when 1-4 was my favorite time of the night but those days have passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I normally maintain that turning 30 doesn't have to change your lifestyle (and I still make that argument) I am still glad that I've been able to choose sleep over mindless cramming, partying and puffy, red, sleep deprived eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you willing given up (or changed) since celebrating 30?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-207493904174243518?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/207493904174243518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=207493904174243518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/207493904174243518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/207493904174243518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/09/whos-awake-at-4-am.html' title='Who&apos;s awake at 4 AM?'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-8832043061058474842</id><published>2009-09-23T10:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:58:22.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Break the Same Old/Same Old Cycle</title><content type='html'>During lunch today I found myself involved in a conversation with coworkers that I’ve had before. We were discussing trends we’ve seen in productivity and employee turnover in different departments. What the conversation came down to was a minor rant about a corporate philosophy or approach which may be impacting an increase in turnover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this might not be an interesting conversation for most people, it is a common rant and gripe I hear in most offices I visit in my work. The urge to kick myself for getting stuck in the conversation was strong. I get involved and irritated when I have this conversation, no matter how many times I have it or how little impact I have to enact change in the philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to kick myself for getting involved and getting trapped. There is no more wasted time than that spent worrying about things you cannot change. Sometimes the same old conversation harms more than it helps. It isn’t just the time the conversation takes, but the stress on mind and body, negative feelings caused by feeling unable to make change, the frustration and the time spent dwelling on the issues after the conversation is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am back again trying to break my own bad habits. This same exercise took place several times the year before I turned 30. You see, I knew that the pressure I was getting from friends and family about why I wasn’t married or settling down was just cultural crap that had nothing to do with me personally. Still, even while I was writing the book, I would occasionally be struck by the urge to change my life to fit the norm. Thankfully, that urge passed and I got my head on straight again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So as you approach turning 30, even if you have a positive outlook, there might be times when the pressure gets you down. Just remember that you can always change your outlook, step off the merry-go-round and go a new way. All it takes is a single step away from the same old/same old conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-8832043061058474842?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/8832043061058474842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=8832043061058474842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/8832043061058474842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/8832043061058474842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/09/break-same-oldsame-old-cycle.html' title='Break the Same Old/Same Old Cycle'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-475761939505646910</id><published>2009-09-21T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T15:50:47.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpt: Choices, from Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Another short excerpt of &lt;em&gt;30 Isn't Old&lt;/em&gt;, is found below. Please enjoy "Choices", from Chapter 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our mothers and grandmothers fought to give us options, to give&lt;br /&gt;us choices. We have the option to get married or not, to have children&lt;br /&gt;or not, to work in any field we want from acting to zoology as long&lt;br /&gt;as we are willing to work for what we want. With such freedom and&lt;br /&gt;opportunity before us, it is possible for anyone to be anxious. With&lt;br /&gt;endless options it can be difficult to narrow them down and there is&lt;br /&gt;no one else to blame if we make the wrong choice. Few before our&lt;br /&gt;generation had so much choices in determining their own path and&lt;br /&gt;success in this life. Now we have enough choice to be overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;by them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time a woman reaches age thirty she has made millions&lt;br /&gt;of decisions. From the smallest decisions of how long to stay in the&lt;br /&gt;shower in the morning and should she wear nail polish today to the&lt;br /&gt;large decisions of should she go to college or get married and have&lt;br /&gt;children. Each of these decisions large and small has potential consequences&lt;br /&gt;and sacrifices. For instance, the woman who decides to take&lt;br /&gt;an extra fifteen minutes in the shower in the morning has to either&lt;br /&gt;wake up fifteen minutes early which means sacrificing fifteen minutes&lt;br /&gt;of sleep or she may have to skip breakfast or be late to work due to the&lt;br /&gt;extra fifteen minutes shower time. Alternately, the woman who does&lt;br /&gt;not choose to take the extra fifteen minutes in the shower may decide&lt;br /&gt;to spend those minutes in bed, eating a bagel, taking extra care with&lt;br /&gt;her makeup or conversing with her child over breakfast instead of hustling&lt;br /&gt;them both out the door to start the day. Each small decision has&lt;br /&gt;consequences negative and positive. The same is true for all decisions&lt;br /&gt;we make each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the rewards and consequences of each decision we make&lt;br /&gt;is multiplied by the number of decisions we make each day it is&lt;br /&gt;easy to be overwhelmed every day. Barry Schwartz, author of&lt;/em&gt; The&lt;br /&gt;Paradox of Choice: Why More is Less&lt;em&gt;, used the analogy of buying&lt;br /&gt;jeans to represent the overabundance of choice in our lives. Before&lt;br /&gt;we were born the most important decision to be made about buying&lt;br /&gt;jeans was color – dark or light. Size was predetermined by the&lt;br /&gt;wearer’s body. In the 1970’s designer labels bombarded consumers&lt;br /&gt;so that status became another concern when buying jeans. A&lt;br /&gt;woman in Jordache or Calvins was presented in popular culture as&lt;br /&gt;more sophisticated than the women whose jeans sported no label&lt;br /&gt;or that of a department store brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In thirty years buying jeans has become exponentially more&lt;br /&gt;complicated. Oprah once had a special episode on her show to&lt;br /&gt;teach women how to buy the right fit for their bodies. She wasn’t&lt;br /&gt;talking about size or leg length; she was talking about the thousands&lt;br /&gt;of variations from leg cut (wide, boot, tapered), rise (classic,&lt;br /&gt;at the waist, low, ultra low), washes (dark, light, worn in certain&lt;br /&gt;areas and every shade in between) and cut (boy, straight, curvy,&lt;br /&gt;relaxed). These variations are available at hundreds of stores&lt;br /&gt;across the country. The choices for men are fewer (they aren’t&lt;br /&gt;likely to be concerned with ultra low rise or avoiding mom-cut&lt;br /&gt;jeans) but as Mr. Schwartz pointed out in his book, the process of&lt;br /&gt;finding the right pair is arduous for men and women. He said “as&lt;br /&gt;the number of choices keeps growing, negative aspects of having&lt;br /&gt;a multitude of options begin to appear. As the number of choices&lt;br /&gt;grows further, the negatives escalate until we become overloaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, choice no longer liberates, but debilitates.” With all&lt;br /&gt;the options in denim a woman could spend weeks trying on jeans&lt;br /&gt;at stores across town before she found the best fit and then there’s&lt;br /&gt;no guarantee they won’t shrink in the wash. There’s also no guarantee&lt;br /&gt;that she won’t become exhausted before she finds what she’s&lt;br /&gt;looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own at least ten pair of jeans, in four different sizes depending&lt;br /&gt;on my weight fluctuation. Each purchase required at least three&lt;br /&gt;stores and more than an armful of options at each store to try on&lt;br /&gt;before I was satisfied. Some sit in the back of my closet because&lt;br /&gt;after wearing them a few times they just weren’t quite right anymore.&lt;br /&gt;On average, at any given time or weight, I wear two pair&lt;br /&gt;and alternate them with the rest of my wardrobe. The rest stay in&lt;br /&gt;the back of the closet or in a box under the bed where clothes that&lt;br /&gt;don’t fit now but may one day reside. I shudder to think how much&lt;br /&gt;time, money and energy I’ve wasted over the years buying jeans I&lt;br /&gt;don’t wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the grand scheme of our lives buying jeans cannot be considered&lt;br /&gt;a major decision. The anxiety created by such a small&lt;br /&gt;choice magnifies for major choices.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-475761939505646910?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/475761939505646910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=475761939505646910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/475761939505646910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/475761939505646910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/09/excerpt-choices-from-chapter-1.html' title='Excerpt: Choices, from Chapter 1'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-6286249528119184950</id><published>2009-09-14T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T14:32:56.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1 Excerpt - Amanda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Since I'm having a cranky Monday, I've decided to use an excerpt from my book, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;30 Isn't Old,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for today's blog entry. I'd like to introduce you to Amanda, one of the participants who volunteered for the book. A more detailed introduction can be found in Chapter 1 "Who We Are".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;manda exudes contentment with her life. She bubbles with&lt;br /&gt;enthusiasm for celebrating her birthday and her life. She&lt;br /&gt;has the traditional marriage and family along with a career and&lt;br /&gt;spiritual commitment. She believes that she has all she does “by&lt;br /&gt;the grace of God.” A Mississippi native and Alabama resident,&lt;br /&gt;her soft southern drawl is complemented by her spunky upbeat personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amanda defines success as “being happy with your life and where&lt;br /&gt;you are.” It’s not about how much money you make or what kind of&lt;br /&gt;job you have, it’s “about your overall joy,” she says. She feels successful&lt;br /&gt;because she has a “great family,” she and her husband both&lt;br /&gt;have good jobs and they aren’t in debt. They have been married three&lt;br /&gt;years and have a one-year-old daughter. Her dream for the future is&lt;br /&gt;to have more children. She says “My dream would be for my children&lt;br /&gt;to grow up and be good people, especially my daughter, [to be] a&lt;br /&gt;good strong woman. I’m in that stage where it’s a little frightening&lt;br /&gt;because I have to instill in her the values that I want to instill...My&lt;br /&gt;dream is that I can do that and do that well. ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She does not fear turning thirty; instead Amanda’s looking forward&lt;br /&gt;to it. “I always thought it would be great to turn twenty because&lt;br /&gt;I thought, I won’t be a teenager anymore so everybody will think I’m&lt;br /&gt;an adult. Well, that is not true. Because when you’re in your twenties&lt;br /&gt;everybody still thinks you’re a child,” she laughed. She explained&lt;br /&gt;that when women are in their twenties everyone thinks they are still&lt;br /&gt;immature but that perception changes at thirty. She also doesn’t fear&lt;br /&gt;turning thirty because she feels she has no missed opportunities&lt;br /&gt;since she is happy with her decisions and “where they’ve brought&lt;br /&gt;me” in life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-6286249528119184950?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/6286249528119184950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=6286249528119184950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/6286249528119184950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/6286249528119184950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-1-excerpt-amanda.html' title='Chapter 1 Excerpt - Amanda'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-8610144102972798163</id><published>2009-09-09T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:46:40.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plane Personality</title><content type='html'>If you’ve read much of this blog you’ve probably noticed I travel a lot lately for my job. Considering I hate flying and love sleeping in my own bed, it’s odd that I usually enjoy the travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today en route from Orlando to Sacramento I had a thought while eavesdropping on other passengers – What does your travel personality say about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More specifically, does the way you plan your trips reflect your personality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you start commenting on my insanity, give me a few more minutes to state my argument (then feel free to counter or disagree). When I plan travel I start with the end game – where I want to be and when I need to be there. So if I’m teaching a class or attending a meeting I use that as my starting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What this type of approach often does is have me up at 4am to catch early flights or landing at midnight. This wouldn’t be a problem if I was a morning person or needed little sleep but alas, I really like sleep. Consequently I’m often a very cranky and unproductive traveler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passenger a few rows in front of me uses a different approach, I believe. From his ultra efficient work ethic on the morning flight (and what I was able to overhear), his approach is more about travel time. You see, this type of traveler cares about spending as little time actually travelling as possible. These efficient travelers always find the nonstop flight to their destination, even if it means leaving a day early. They also tend to stay in hotels convenient to the airport instead of to their destination. I’ll call this the get in, get it done and have as little contact with the travelling masses as possible. You find frequent business travelers method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third group of travel planners is the comfortable and convenient type. These are the travelers who never fly before noon or on Mondays during high volume. They disregard price in deference to their own convenience. They probably don’t care about frequent flyer points or airline loyalty as longs as they find a schedule that works for their life. You can recognize them as the relaxed travelers calmly flipping the pages of a magazine and sipping water before boarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I’d love to be in the third group. While I like to travel and see new places, I’m getting a little tired of being on the road at 4am. The worst part is it is totally my own fault. So I wonder am I just a glutton for punishment? Am I avoiding self-awareness? Can I change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know the answers but I do know that I miss the days when travel agents handled this crap (I know, I used to be one) and now I have to deal with my own personality complicating my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-8610144102972798163?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/8610144102972798163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=8610144102972798163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/8610144102972798163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/8610144102972798163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/09/plane-personality.html' title='Plane Personality'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-6994278492555870028</id><published>2009-09-07T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:52:55.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Tat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago I mentioned that I was searching for a new tattoo. I decided to spend much of my Labor Day enjoying the fruits of someone else’s creative labors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a visit to Sailor Bill’s Tattoo Time in FL. &lt;a href="http://www.tattoo-time.com/"&gt;http://www.tattoo-time.com/&lt;/a&gt; where Jared created something new that I am very pleased with. I can only show a partial picture because it circles my wrist and won’t show well in 2D. Let’s just say, I’m happy and it looks great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382603931452700994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SrLZweTb-UI/AAAAAAAAAJI/W971fANVCKs/s320/IMG_0204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting the tat I spoke with my friend Noelle who commented that she’s glad because “A new tattoo always makes you happy for a long while.” What a great observation from a friend who really knows me. She is totally correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hundred dollars, four hours and pretty new artwork set my world to rights again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I started thinking about the other simple things that tend to make me smile. Here they are, feel free to add your own simple pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbows&lt;br /&gt;The smell after a Florida thunderstorm&lt;br /&gt;New flip flops&lt;br /&gt;Hot water&lt;br /&gt;Cheese puffs&lt;br /&gt;The right song at the right moment&lt;br /&gt;The light feeling after a haircut&lt;br /&gt;Finding a great shirt that’s been hidden at the back of my closet&lt;br /&gt;Texture of book pages&lt;br /&gt;Ten dollar dangle earrings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the strife, turmoil and frustration of life, isn’t it great that there are some things that can make you smile? What simple pleasures make you happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-6994278492555870028?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/6994278492555870028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=6994278492555870028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/6994278492555870028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/6994278492555870028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-tat.html' title='Happy Tat'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SrLZweTb-UI/AAAAAAAAAJI/W971fANVCKs/s72-c/IMG_0204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-4904725713128439498</id><published>2009-09-02T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T06:40:00.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singular Questions</title><content type='html'>Do you ever look around at the couples you know or people you meet and wonder how they are married when you are still single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These tend to be the people we compare ourselves to. They may be people we grew up with, went to college with or even those we work with. Often they are close to us in age but because they are married and/or have kids, they seem to live on a distant planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This rarely happens to me personally because I'm aware of all 101 reasons why I'm single. Most days, I'm very glad about my single life. So much so that a friend suggested my next book should be title "Marriage, divorce and why I stay single." I'm contemplating the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently though I've heard comments from friends, people I've met and even random women shopping in Target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comments I overhear are the most telling (even catty) and go something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can she be married?"&lt;br /&gt;"Who would marry him?"&lt;br /&gt;"We dated in college and I knew he'd never settle down and now they've got a baby on the way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's barely visible underneath all this is the comment that should be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why them and not me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not suggesting we are a culture of selfish people but the closer we get to 30, the more often I hear these comments. 30 seems to be the age we start to wonder if we'll ever have the life we dreamed of when we were playing Barbies in elementary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've noticed your own comments edging toward catty lately it might be time to ask yourself a few simple questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Do you want to be married? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Don't go with your first instinct on this without true consideration. Many women find they expect to be married because it is culturally expected, not because it's really what they want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What's stopping you from finding wedded bliss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There are no good men out there is not a real answer here. Half the marriages I know were a matter of timing more than perfection or finding a soul mate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Have you turned down a real opportunity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This last question is often the most important. You might realize that YOU are what's keeping you from partnering up. You might have unrealistic requirements, unvoiced commitment fears or even just not be ready to tie the knot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend a little time getting in touch with your answers and you might find there's no need for catty comments or comparisons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-4904725713128439498?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/4904725713128439498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=4904725713128439498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/4904725713128439498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/4904725713128439498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/09/singular-questions.html' title='Singular Questions'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-475392407719274507</id><published>2009-08-31T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:21:23.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo Ideas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Lately it seems that several people I know are in the market for a new tattoo. I've read several conversations with friends on Facebook and I've been reminded (again) of my own itch for some new body art. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my tattoos. At the moment I have 7 and have plans for a full back tattoo to tie several of my present tattoos into a single mosaic piece. I got my first ink when I was 19. In my 20s I added to the collection every few years when I had some free cash. The one thing my 20s tats all had in common is that they could be hidden. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since 21 I've worked in a conservative industry and I've always played by the rules. This means no visible tattoos. My normal work clothes, khaki pants and short sleeve polo shirts could hide all of my art. Frequently when people find out about my tats they are very surprised. Apparently I'm not the type to have tats, even though they're popular these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I've always been the type. I wanted one at 14 and by the time I got my first, I was desperate to be inked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple years ago, soon after I turned 30, I got tattoo number seven. The first of my tats that is visible most of the time. It's a small tat that covers the top of my left wrist. Turned sideways the image of a couple intertwined is visible. But to most catching a quick glimpse, the tat resembles a flower or abstract design.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376318142174805186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SpyE3YfRPMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ItFbP6sfhLg/s320/Photo-0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What makes this tat different is that once I hit 30 I stopped caring about covering or hiding my tattoos, even in the workplace. I stopped making my tattoo choices based upon what I could hide or keep from customers or even future employers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm working on designing my next piece of artwork and my view is the same. I want art that looks pretty and represents who I am. I don't care whether it suits my work or not. I guess if I'm ordered to wear long sleeves and cover up, I will but until then, my 3os have freed me, given me the confidence to do my thing, my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-475392407719274507?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/475392407719274507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=475392407719274507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/475392407719274507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/475392407719274507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/08/tattoo-ideas.html' title='Tattoo Ideas'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SpyE3YfRPMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ItFbP6sfhLg/s72-c/Photo-0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-1970101510559655528</id><published>2009-08-26T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T14:43:00.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Anthem</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about music today, don't ask me why. My iPod says my favorite song is &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Angel&lt;/span&gt; by Sinead O'Connor because it is by far (x10) my most played song. But I'm thinking &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If You're Going Through Hell&lt;/span&gt; by Rodney Atkins is the real song of my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This got me thinking about how music is such a part of life. I identify many of the important events in my life just by the music I related to most at the time. Some examples might be cliched by here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I Will Survive (Gloria Gaynor)&lt;/span&gt; - after many a break up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eye of the Tiger (Survivor)&lt;/span&gt; - at the gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dancing Queen (ABBA)&lt;/span&gt; - pretty much every Wednesday night during college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's My Life (Bon Jovi)&lt;/span&gt; - early career - when I needed a reason to stay motivated to succeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Something More (Sugarland)&lt;/span&gt; - 2004 working Hail and Hurricanes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Should've Been a Cowboy (Toby Keith)&lt;/span&gt; - after a high school break up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dog &amp;amp; Butterfly (Heart)&lt;/span&gt; - after a college break up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the songs that make me feel great no matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Switch (Will Smith)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Jack &amp;amp; Diane (John Cougar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Keep on Loving You (The Donnas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Love Bites (Def Leppard)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Brown Eyed Girl (Jimmy Buffett version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I Want Love (Elton John)&lt;/span&gt; - Although I think I just love the video for this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a quick list I composed off the top of my head so I'm sure I've forgotten some powerful tunes. The point of the list is that all I needed to do was think of these songs and my mood became better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found many options for personal anthems for my life. These are just a few, with Rodney Atkins taking first place at the moment. But just having a list like this helps motivate me through stress, crabby mornings or any other moody day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song motivates you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a personal anthem?&lt;br /&gt;Find your special song (or songs) and start moving with a smile on your face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-1970101510559655528?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/1970101510559655528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=1970101510559655528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/1970101510559655528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/1970101510559655528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/08/personal-anthem.html' title='Personal Anthem'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-8016286063449317453</id><published>2009-08-24T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T15:18:05.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are your Tired or Bored?</title><content type='html'>Lately the only thing I've wanted at the end of the day is to crawl into bed. By end of the day, I'm talking 5 or 6 in the evening, as soon as I get home from work. Weekends have been rotated between laundry, naps and reading books I've read before. I started to get a little concerned about my lazy cravings once they lasted longer than one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I began thinking. Maybe I'm tired because I've been sleeping in hotels too often (2 weeks a month). Or maybe I'm tired because I have a busy and somewhat stressful job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the reality is a little closer to - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe I'm just BORED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've caught myself playing Spider Solitaire in front of the TV for hours at a time. I've stared into space wishing for something interesting to read. Nothing has seemed to interest me as I walked the rut of the last few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a busy life doesn't mean having an interesting one. As we stretch into our 30s with work, family and community commitments, we become constantly busy and always on the move. Yet at the same time restlessness and irritation also set in. If we waste much of our time with all the things we have to do (or feel obligated to do) then we have little time for the things that truly interest us. As I've strayed further from what I love, I feel more exhausted and bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What's the solution for our 30s?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Should we work less? Live more? Or give up sleep to find time for everything we must do and want to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to decide. I'll have more energy when I find a choice that works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-8016286063449317453?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/8016286063449317453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=8016286063449317453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/8016286063449317453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/8016286063449317453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/08/are-your-tired-or-bored.html' title='Are your Tired or Bored?'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-2176739322881436200</id><published>2009-08-19T15:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T15:35:27.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Try new things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are never too old to try new things. I get this from my 70-something year old grandmother who is off to Australia and New Zealand in a few weeks. She's been there before but she found an interesting activity in the area she hasn't done before so she just has to go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm lucky in that I have a visible reminder of how young 30 really is. With grandparents in the 70s and 80s plus a great-grandmother in her 90s, I've gotten to see how long life really can be. Those family members who manage to keep a youthful appearance and personality are the ones who are always willing to try something new. So instead of dreading 30, I chose to look forward to it as just one more new experience in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now that I'm comfortable as an over-30 woman (33 to be exact) I'm still looking for the next new things. This week my newest thing is a great sugar scrub from The Body Shop and a book to inspire laughs, "And Here's the Kicker" about comedy writers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last week the new thing I tried was driving the Nissan Cube – a horrid vehicle that I suggest no one attempt to try. I also made my first visit to my father's home town, Grand Rapids, Michigan. I was in the area for work but I did a little wandering to get an impression of where dad comes from. I found that the area looked much like the Tampa, Florida community where dad grew up after leaving Michigan at age 5. The odd similarity made me realize why my grandparents easily fit in when they moved south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trying new things doesn't have to be dramatic, just constant (or at least frequent). When was the last time you tried something new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you cannot recall, it's time to consider a change. Order a new cocktail at happy hour, try a new dinner recipe or switch your nail polish to a more vibrant shade. Just think small and get started trying new things. You might find these are the best times in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-2176739322881436200?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/2176739322881436200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=2176739322881436200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/2176739322881436200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/2176739322881436200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/08/try-new-things.html' title='Try new things'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-4867294963710940797</id><published>2009-08-10T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T16:51:17.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Swing</title><content type='html'>I've been out of touch for a while. Unfortunately, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;craptastic&lt;/span&gt; day turned into a couple of very busy and very irritating weeks. I just wasn't up to being positive. You might have noticed that when possible, I try not to let this blog become my personal rant session. This past week or two, I chose to avoid writing instead of indulging in my inner cry baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm hoping I'm ready to get back into the swing of things and back on schedule. I'm in Chicago for a few days this week. The flight here was uneventful, if you don't mind a few dozen little kids screaming about wanting to go back to Disney (instead of heading home). To avoid the screamers, I indulged in a few hours of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; immersion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipping through my over 3000 songs, I realized how much music is a part of the major &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;events&lt;/span&gt; in our lives. You might remember the music playing the first time you kissed a boy, the first time you got drunk at a bar, or even the tune playing as you celebrated your last birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I gravitated toward songs that make me want to move. A little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fergie&lt;/span&gt;, Abba and Christina &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aguilera&lt;/span&gt; just to name a few. I recalled that for my 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday I chose soothing tunes in line with the spa theme. But if I hadn't celebrated this way, I wonder what music would have permeated the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What about you? What music will you choose for your celebration??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-4867294963710940797?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/4867294963710940797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=4867294963710940797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/4867294963710940797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/4867294963710940797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-in-swing.html' title='Back in the Swing'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-506370653983758110</id><published>2009-07-27T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T16:52:42.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One craptastic day</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had one of those days, you know, the kind when you wake up and it might take a tidal wave or a heavy crane to get your out of bed? I had one of those this morning. It took more than 30 minutes just to convince myself to get out of bed instead of calling in for a mental health day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I was out of bed, things just seemed to get worse. My coffee ended up on my first outfit so I changed. The butter from my Eggos on my second outfit. I managed to make it to work in my third outfit. It's a good thing I did laundry over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I maintained a grumpy and irritable attitude all day long. At lunch, I spilled my soda on a coworkers shoes (she was wearing sandals). Then I dropped bar-b-que chicken on my khaki pants. By that time I'm certain my wardrobe wished I had not left my pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours later I'm home, I've eaten a microwave dinner in pjs and I'm ready to go to bed even though the sun hasn't set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day reminded me of one thing, sometimes you should go with your first instinct, it's probably the right one. When your body is screaming that it needs a break or your mind just wants to hide under the covers for a random day, why not go ahead and do something for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fought my need for a mental health day and ended up grumpy and pissed off when I should have used a sick day and curled up with a good book and a mug of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how would you spend a mental health day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had the time and it wouldn't traumatize your work schedule or coworkers, what would you do. For a single day you can take a break and so what makes you feel better. How would you spend that day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-506370653983758110?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/506370653983758110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=506370653983758110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/506370653983758110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/506370653983758110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-craptastic-day.html' title='One craptastic day'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-410345532869384953</id><published>2009-07-25T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:15:00.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pleasure of Post-Its</title><content type='html'>This might be a little off topic but I just have to praise post-its today. Getting new office supplies always makes me a little cheery but today I opened two new packages of post-its in my office and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t help but grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the weather has been quite gray of late and I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been a little on the bummed out side. My post-its are friendly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;over sized&lt;/span&gt; AND have lines on them. The lined post-it takes the invention of the post-it into a new stratosphere. But when you add enough room to write plus bright, happy colors, all is right with the world. I have an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;orangey&lt;/span&gt;-pink (or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pinky&lt;/span&gt;-orange), a soft lime green and a pastel pumpkin pad. This covers all my bases and I can make notes to myself to my heart’s content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought the pleasure of post-its home from the office. Yesterday I reorganized all of my archived email into a more productive (and easy to find) system then updated my many desk post-its with the TO DO for next week. After that I had to go to Staples on my way home so I could purchase the post-its for my office, hence the pleasure of organizing on my relaxing Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded that sometimes all it takes is a little thing to make me smile. So what makes you smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Do you love fresh school supplies at the end of summer? Or the scent of garden soil in the heat? Whatever you love, consider writing yourself a small reminder (on a post-it of course) to look at any time you’re feeling a bit of stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-410345532869384953?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/410345532869384953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=410345532869384953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/410345532869384953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/410345532869384953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/07/pleasure-of-post-its.html' title='The Pleasure of Post-Its'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-3127699298630019335</id><published>2009-07-22T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T12:38:00.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unsolicited Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;On Monday I mentioned I would offer some fun responses to a few of the dreaded questions and comments we often receive as 30 approaches. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Feel free to add your own using the comments section. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I’ll post any I receive in another blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don’t you hear that biological clock ticking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My clock’s defective. It never ticks, bongs, gongs or rings. Have you tried the mute button? It works great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your eggs aren’t getting any younger.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they getting older? Do they go stale? What science is this? Suddenly I’m 30 and I’ve started storing old eggs, that’s just nasty. (And a little contrary to the science I’ve heard about.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s too late to start over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Says who? It’s never too late until you’re dead. (Unless you believe in the afterlife, then it’s really never too late.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isn’t it time to settle into a normal life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s normal? Do you mean boring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you don’t start looking, you’ll never find the right guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Is he hiding under a rock? Or maybe the “right guy” has an expiration date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who will take care of you if you don’t have children?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m planning on pygmy aliens taking over the world. I’ll greet them when they enter the atmosphere and ask to be taken to their leader. Either they’ll kill me or make me a sex slave; either way, I’m covered for my senior years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don’t want to grow old alone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you think I’m going to suddenly like people more as I get older?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Please send me your responses to unsolicited expectations/questions about turning 30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-3127699298630019335?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/3127699298630019335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=3127699298630019335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/3127699298630019335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/3127699298630019335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/07/unsolicited-questions.html' title='The Unsolicited Questions'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-9122840689816627431</id><published>2009-07-20T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:38:41.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote from Unconventional Ideas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today I’d like to introduce you to an idea from one of my favorite websites – &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Art of Nonconformity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“At all stages of life, people will gladly offer you unsolicited lists of things you “must” do, be, or have. Most of the time you can nod your head, walk away, and ignore them.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted from Chris Guillebeau creator of &lt;a href="http://www.artofnonconformity.com/"&gt;http://www.artofnonconformity.com&lt;/a&gt; in his &lt;em&gt;Short Collection of Unconventional Ideas&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 is one of those times, those “stages of life” when people all over will give you lists. I’ve written before about the lists you may have made of things you wanted to do before turning 30. I’ve even mentioned how one author made a success of her series about her own turning 30 list [link to the previous blog entry]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But reading Chris’ entry I was reminded about those “other” people who may be providing lists that are filling your head, putting you down or just increasing your dread of the next birthday. Such lists may come from a well-meaning mom, sister, cousin, friend, dry cleaner, boss or just some random stranger on the street. If anyone and everyone seems to feel free to comment on your life’s aims and desires, maybe we should start commenting back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve made a list of the common expectations I’ve heard from the well-meaning and strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you hear that biological clock ticking?&lt;br /&gt;Your eggs aren’t getting any younger.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot go back to school now; you’ll be older than everyone there.&lt;br /&gt;It’s too late to start over.&lt;br /&gt;You should know who you are by now.&lt;br /&gt;If you haven’t found yourself by now, maybe you were never lost.&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it time to settle into a normal life?&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn’t you be working the system you’re already in? (This apparently applies to work and life equally.)&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t start looking, you’ll never find the right guy.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you want to be married?&lt;br /&gt;Who will take care of you if you don’t have children?&lt;br /&gt;You don’t want to grow old alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;AND THE LIST GOES ON &amp;amp; ON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve decided to follow Chris’ advice and nod, walk away, and ignore. Then move on to something more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What about you? What do you do with the unsolicited advice about turning 30?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later this week I’ll share some fun responses to the above questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-9122840689816627431?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/9122840689816627431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=9122840689816627431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/9122840689816627431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/9122840689816627431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/07/quote-from-unconventional-ideas.html' title='Quote from Unconventional Ideas'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-6972037737640741842</id><published>2009-07-18T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T09:18:10.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Entrepreneurs</title><content type='html'>I read an article in USA Today earlier this week that argued how new small businesses and entrepreneurs will be the ones to turn around the economy, not big business and government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This started me thinking, who has the biggest and best chance of starting over with a new enterprise in the present situation - US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike our older counterparts who are losing their steady jobs just a few years from retirement, at 30 we have the opportunity to take a chance without threatening our entire future. Then unlike our younger counterparts, we have the experience and skills to be successful as entrepreneurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you are suddenly unemployed, looking to earn some extra dough or just ready to make a change - now is the perfect time. Women at 30 are well placed to take advantage and start a new enterprise right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what will you do to change your life (or change the world)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Start thinking, get moving, and your one GREAT IDEA might just turn around the fate of our world!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-6972037737640741842?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/6972037737640741842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=6972037737640741842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/6972037737640741842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/6972037737640741842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-entrepreneurs.html' title='New Entrepreneurs'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-1233178908721442652</id><published>2009-07-15T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:59:00.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be thankful for a moment</title><content type='html'>I’m traveling a lot for my day job which means I spend a lot of time in hotels, airports and strange towns. This week I’m calling Texas home. After a delayed flight and getting lost I managed to get to the hotel and then the office where I am working this week. Being around other travelers I’ve noticed that traveling is the time for complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The present situation for the traveling public is a grim one – rising prices meet falling service. So wherever I go, I find people who are more than willing to complain about whatever situation they find themselves in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What struck me today is that instead of whining and complaining, I’d rather be thankful. While sitting in my rental car earlier this morning I made a list of all the thinks I am happy about today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat (winter will be here before I know it)&lt;br /&gt;Air conditioning (to balance the heat)&lt;br /&gt;Comfortable hotel bed&lt;br /&gt;Money to eat out&lt;br /&gt;Clean air to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Comfy shoes&lt;br /&gt;People who love me for who I am&lt;br /&gt;Books to read&lt;br /&gt;Stories to tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this test today, no matter what your mood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop for one minute, just 60 seconds, and list things you are grateful for today. Don't overthink this, just make a list in a rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully you'll that small activity will perk up your mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-1233178908721442652?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/1233178908721442652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=1233178908721442652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/1233178908721442652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/1233178908721442652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/07/be-thankful-for-moment.html' title='Be thankful for a moment'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-5655818192965957752</id><published>2009-07-13T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T01:27:00.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake it ‘til you make it</title><content type='html'>I’m still thinking about body confidence this week because so many women have concerns as we get closer to 30. Whether you’re worried about a baby belly, early crows feet and laugh lines or just having to fight harder to maintain a toned physique; it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t matter – our bodies worry us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to your bathing suit worries. Just QUIT worrying. I promise that very few people are really looking at you or judging you when you’re sitting on the beach. They’re too busy worrying about their own flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you cannot get beyond your worry that your body &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t perfect then try &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fakin&lt;/span&gt;’ it. The summer will be over long before you work your way through all possible body issues. So instead, try one of my favorite activities – FAKE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t go off on a tangent about what women fake in life. I don’t advocate faking your intimate moments.  BUT I do advocate faking body confidence for as long as it takes to make it true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell yourself you look hot or tell yourself that you are confident in your body. And keep having this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt; with yourself whenever you can until you believe what you’re saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-5655818192965957752?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/5655818192965957752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=5655818192965957752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/5655818192965957752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/5655818192965957752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/07/fake-it-til-you-make-it.html' title='Fake it ‘til you make it'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-1822672765582980181</id><published>2009-07-11T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T13:24:00.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dust off the swim suit</title><content type='html'>Summer is officially in full swing. If you haven’t gotten out to the beach or the pool yet, now is the time. If you are like many women approaching 30, you might be avoiding showing your skin in public. Whether you’ve put on a few pounds due to having children, or adopting the sedentary lifestyle of an office worker, you might be hiding yourself from the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dwindling self confidence is one of the most common reasons women fear turning 30. This doesn’t have to be how you live your life – hidden, ashamed or nervous. Instead, use the heat of summer to get off the couch and into the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If body confidence is slowing you down, I realize that no one can make you confident. However, there are a few resources to help remind you that you are beautiful and worthy just as you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You’d be pretty if… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dara Chadwick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a mom’s report about how to help your daughter maintain a healthy outlook on her body by changing the way we talk about our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Body Confidence from the Inside Out   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penny Plautz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny Plautz stresses activities to help you recognize and work on the mental and emotional issues that create confidence in the body you live in. Instead of focusing on a strict diet and weight loss, this book encourages you to love the body you’re in, not just the body you dream of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a couple books I’ve read recently to help boost body self-esteem. There are hundreds of other titles available so if you need a boost, find the book that works for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-1822672765582980181?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/1822672765582980181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=1822672765582980181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/1822672765582980181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/1822672765582980181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/07/dust-off-swim-suit.html' title='Dust off the swim suit'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-2484410153115763146</id><published>2009-07-09T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T13:22:01.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking an Age Barrier</title><content type='html'>I came across an article today that ran in &lt;em&gt;USA Today&lt;/em&gt; a couple years ago. The article was titled &lt;em&gt;Girls will be 30-year-old women&lt;/em&gt; and focused on how younger girls have started using spa services including manicures, pedicures, massages and facials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this have to do with 30-year-old women you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not really a stretch. Once upon a time (about 5 years ago), the only people needing (or using) regular spa services were women who were consumed with getting older, ie the 30 year old woman. Our mothers expected to start looking “older” as they approached 30 and at that time reaching that age meant women had to seriously focus on creams, lotions and body maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For good or bad, the 30 age barrier has been broken when it comes to beauty and personal care products. Instead, females start partaking as early as 8 to 10 years of age. While I don’t necessarily support 8 year olds getting manicures and facials, I do support girls of all ages taking care of themselves. So if teens and women in their 20s are now looking at using sunscreen, putting on moisturizer and drinking tons of water to maintain their young skin – I’m happy that we’re taking care of ourselves, even if beauty is the stronger motivator over health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you’re turning 30, the good news is that you don’t have to suddenly start worrying about your health or your looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Chances are you just need to keep taking care of yourself. Pamper your body and your soul often and soon you’ll find that age is just a number with very little meaning about the value of your life. So start planning to take a break this weekend; visit a spa for a massage or just get a polish change at the nail salon. You’ll be happier (and more relaxed) by taking care of yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-2484410153115763146?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/2484410153115763146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=2484410153115763146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/2484410153115763146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/2484410153115763146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/07/breaking-age-barrier.html' title='Breaking an Age Barrier'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-4436436143161597061</id><published>2009-07-06T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T13:21:51.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is around the corner</title><content type='html'>I’ve been caught up with working on my book marketing and my day job and have gotten behind on blogging. For that, I apologize. But things are going to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next few months I will be developing a new website about how we can change the world, one person at a time. While that site is in development, I will still be updating this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The blog will be updated 3 times per week – Monday, Wednesday and Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not forgotten how easy it is to get caught up in the negative swirl of change that happens when you approach turning 30. I’m still fighting against that negativity by keeping this blog positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep your eyes open for regular updates on this blog. I’ll keep you up to date will all my upcoming travels and projects – including a new presence on Facebook, articles on several websites regarding turning 30, as well as an updated website that will connect to this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keep your eyes open and this blog will be back in the swing in no time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-4436436143161597061?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/4436436143161597061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=4436436143161597061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/4436436143161597061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/4436436143161597061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/07/change-is-around-corner.html' title='Change is around the corner'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-8478154315320672104</id><published>2009-06-22T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T14:53:28.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flexibility</title><content type='html'>Don't let the title make you think I'm getting off the subject of turning 30. What flexibility has to do with age should become clear after I tell you a little story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've gotten older I slacked off on exercise for a few years. The end result of that slacker mentality is that I no longer have strong, toned arms and shoulders. I've also lost pretty much all the flexibility in my arms. I didn't realize this would be a big problem until recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've notice that my bra straps tend to start drooping and slipping off my shoulders as the day wears on. My shoulders are curved downward which provides a convenient slope for my straps. Now most bra companies tell you that the problem isn't your shoulders, it's the bra. I wish that were true in my case. No matter how well fitting the bra or how tight the straps, late in the day the straps start to slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I gave up trying to find a better bra and instead invested in a gadget from an infomercial. The Strap Perfect (available at &lt;a href="https://www.strapperfect.com/"&gt;https://www.strapperfect.com&lt;/a&gt;) seems like the perfect solution, the way to create a T-back bra when you cannot find one in your size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I followed the directions to slip my straps through the gadget and pull the straps together. It was difficult but I managed to get my body into a super tight, crossed back form but there are two things I've discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have no idea how to get out of the bra because I cannot actually reach the gadget where it has shifted between my shoulder blades. I'm no longer flexible enough to reach behind me or to slip the connected straps down over my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;2. I had zero slippage of straps today - WHICH I LOVED - and my assets stayed lifted and in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found a great gadget to solve my problem BUT I now lack the flexibility to make it work.&lt;br /&gt;Go figure. What this means in respect to turning 30 is that no matter how old I get, I've got to keep my body in shape and stretch. On a side note, my 6 year old niece could totally reach her arm over her back and unhook such a contraption. Of course, she can also do a split and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;push ups&lt;/span&gt; from a handstand which I don't recall ever being able to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the drawback of reaching our 30s means we lose flexibility, then the benefit of this problem is that it motivates us to get serious about taking care of ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-8478154315320672104?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/8478154315320672104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=8478154315320672104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/8478154315320672104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/8478154315320672104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/06/flexibility.html' title='Flexibility'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-4684613174546086095</id><published>2009-06-16T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:02:12.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're never too old</title><content type='html'>Today was warm for New England and while I was out running errands I took off my top shirt so that I was wearing a tank top. You'd think this would not be a problem but this simple wardrobe choice sparked a thought in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tank top had thin straps while my bra has thicker straps. As a result, my bra was visible. Again, I'm not sure why this would be a problem since it didn't bother me. However, I was walking out of a Target store and was approached by a stranger who felt the need to tell me that my straps were showing and I should cover up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, it was hot and I was out of the house for about 20 minutes but a random stranger feels it's perfectly okay to comment on my choice of clothing. Not just comment, but pass judgement on my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a little peeved by the way people feel they can comment to people they don't know. I may not be the thinnest, or coolest girl in the world but I wasn't flashing anyone or dressed in an obscene manner. I was just hot and trying to keep cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I stopped feeling irked and started thinking, I realized that we are never too old to be judged by our elders. This sucks in a lot of ways. BUT, it is also a freeing concept. Think about it, it we are always going to be judged, then there will always be someone who disapproves of what we do, say or wear. If this is the case, then why not go ahead and do whatever we want?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-4684613174546086095?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/4684613174546086095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=4684613174546086095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/4684613174546086095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/4684613174546086095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/06/youre-never-too-old.html' title='You&apos;re never too old'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-4893974699886892447</id><published>2009-05-20T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:22:00.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Expression &amp; Creative Outlet</title><content type='html'>I’m a busy girl. I’ve always thrived when I had many deadlines and responsibilities at the same time. I keep long hours between those spent at my day work and then working on my writing career at night and on the weekends. I like having things to do and keeping busy without wasting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I’ve also discovered that one of the reasons I like this structure is that I have a lot of time for creativity and expression. Since writing is my part time career, I have the chance to express myself by writing stories as well as non-fiction, marketing messages and blogging for this site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at your hectic life. Where is your creativity expressed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a mom who makes up stories for her kids at night? Maybe you get some finger painting or fun with building blocks in the evenings?  Creativity can be found in many areas of our lives if we are willing to look for it. Women without kids at home might wonder where there creativity is expressed. It might be in your spring garden, during brainstorming meetings at work or helping out at church fundraisers. Even planning a garage sale provides an opportunity to get those creative juices flowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider lightening some of your stress load and hectic life by finding your creative outlet or seeking a new one. If you are seeking a new creative outlet, consider keeping a journal. Just 5 or 10 minutes in the morning will give you a chance to center your mind, empty your worries onto the page and set your brain down the creative path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To get started, try taking 10 minutes today to begin your journal by completing one of the following statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be creative today when I …&lt;br /&gt;My creativity is expressed when I …&lt;br /&gt;I love expressing myself by…&lt;br /&gt;I find that art/writing/music/etc. helps my creativity flow because…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your creative mind and begin to express yourself today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-4893974699886892447?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/4893974699886892447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=4893974699886892447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/4893974699886892447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/4893974699886892447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/05/self-expression-creative-outlet.html' title='Self Expression &amp; Creative Outlet'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-5401431359516989371</id><published>2009-05-18T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:22:45.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So You’re 30, Now What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;What do you mean now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; yet to meet a woman in her 30s who &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t running full tilt through her life. As we leave our 20s behind we find that no matter how diverse we are as women, we all have one thing in common – we’re busy. Whether you are a mom with young kids, on the fast track at work or just getting by, you’re likely to be busy during your 30s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be the busiest (and probably most productive) decade of your life. For many women, this decade will be when you:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start &amp;amp; raise a family&lt;br /&gt;Determine your career path and goals&lt;br /&gt;Get involved in your community&lt;br /&gt;Take over many holiday and family responsibilities from your parents&lt;br /&gt;Or establish family ties with a group of close friends&lt;br /&gt;Solidify your religious views&lt;br /&gt;Work at relationships&lt;br /&gt;Start worrying about your health and taking care of yourself&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women in their 30s tend to be running all the time. These are the women who never seem to have enough time yet always seem to be getting things done. It is this period when you might find yourself doing laundry while planning your next day at work, feeding your family and deciding on weekend plans. At the same time you might also have your bills, debt, future goals and worries consuming your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multitasking is the buzzword of this decade. If you turn 30 asking what’s next, the answer will come fast and furious. Be prepared to get busy, and fast.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-5401431359516989371?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/5401431359516989371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=5401431359516989371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/5401431359516989371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/5401431359516989371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-youre-30-now-what.html' title='So You’re 30, Now What?'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-3061852850174739891</id><published>2009-04-20T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T17:56:24.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Try Something NEW</title><content type='html'>If you're in the mood to feel inspired or make yourself feel great, consider trying something new. Stick a pin in a map or search for local events to get out of the house and do something different for a fwe hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Patriot's Day and in Massachusetts that means we get the day off. I had planned to sit around doing nothing for the day then when a friend called and asked me to go to an art exhibit with her. So I took a few hours and tried something new. I headed to a small exhibit about art and words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the description  and link to the exhibit website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Art Inspired by the Written Word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Goddard House invites you to explore the relationship between the written word and art in its seventh annual spring art show, which runs from April 5 through April 30. The works of over three dozen established and emerging local artists interpret the theme in a variety of media, including painting, photography, engraving, monoprinting, mixed media, textile, collage, and stone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goddardhomestead.org/pages/art.html"&gt;http://www.goddardhomestead.org/pages/art.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-3061852850174739891?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/3061852850174739891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=3061852850174739891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/3061852850174739891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/3061852850174739891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/04/try-something-new.html' title='Try Something NEW'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-2477085098811447537</id><published>2009-04-16T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:46:00.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Celebrate or Not to Celebrate</title><content type='html'>When your 30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday is approaching you might be thinking about hiding under the covers, wearing black or just ignoring the day altogether. There is no reason to dread turning 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to decide whether you should celebrate or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider your answers to the following questions to help you make a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What was the last birthday you enjoyed celebrating?&lt;br /&gt;2. What made that day fun?&lt;br /&gt;3. If you had a day off and could do anything, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;4. Who do you love to spend time with?&lt;br /&gt;5. Why are you avoiding celebrating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully you find that birthdays once were fun but the pressure of getting older has made you dread decade birthdays. Instead of dreading a number on your drivers license, consider putting aside the reasons you listed for number 5 and going back to 3 &amp;amp;4. Still at a loss for how to spend your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the day off, do that thing you want to do in number 3 with the people you love in number 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;If you want to HAVE FUN, LOVE LIFE and start your 30s with a BANG, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;celebrate&lt;/span&gt; the day as YOUR DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-2477085098811447537?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/2477085098811447537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=2477085098811447537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/2477085098811447537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/2477085098811447537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-celebrate-or-not-to-celebrate.html' title='To Celebrate or Not to Celebrate'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-4180889435512114994</id><published>2009-04-14T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:41:00.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos (as promised)</title><content type='html'>Here they are, the two photos that I mentioned yesterday. Looking at these, I might miss the less rounded face and the blond locks but there is so much more to look forward to now. Keep looking and you'll find the last picture is recent. Colette at 32.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SePNu6XBjcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/wVf3Icx66x8/s1600-h/me90s%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324325390305562050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SePNu6XBjcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/wVf3Icx66x8/s320/me90s%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SePNuzwf66I/AAAAAAAAAIw/NSRDqHN8g9Q/s1600-h/me90s2%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324325388533361570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SePNuzwf66I/AAAAAAAAAIw/NSRDqHN8g9Q/s320/me90s2%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SePNujyNm7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/rjo_UjTAdcA/s1600-h/192356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324325384245582770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SePNujyNm7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/rjo_UjTAdcA/s320/192356.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider taking a stroll down your own memory lane. Look at the images from the perspective of who you were at the time (instead of picking at your flaws or wishing for those college age thighs). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you loving who you are now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If not, get started making the woman you are match the woman you want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-4180889435512114994?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/4180889435512114994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=4180889435512114994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/4180889435512114994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/4180889435512114994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/04/photos-as-promised.html' title='Photos (as promised)'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SePNu6XBjcI/AAAAAAAAAI4/wVf3Icx66x8/s72-c/me90s%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-8090380862618053323</id><published>2009-04-13T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:51:45.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we have to look back in order to appreciate who we've become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I had some friends over for dinner who had never been to my apartment before. The most common comment by visitors to my place is how comfortable everything is. I have the sink in and take a nap sofa as well as the spoiled princess king size bed. And my place is decorated with simple images of nature and places that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years I've purchased simple pieces that feel cozy and comfy because I'm a big fan of lazing around with a book and mug of tea on a Sunday morning (or afternoon, and evening).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing my friends commented on is a few personal photos in my office. These are older photos of me from 10 -15 years ago. I use these photos for 2 reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;motivation and inspiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got several comments on how cheery and young and thin I looked. The young part is obvious (I was younger) and the thin part is obvious too. After my friends left I went back into the office and took another look at those photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What struck me is that sometimes we just have to look back to appreciate where we are now. I love my life but looking at the image of myself before I began college and one from soon after I started my first "Career" type job I was amazed at how far I've come. I've accomplished a lot in my 32 years and even more is on the way. I was reminded why our 30s are such an amazing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to post those photos as a reminder that looking back for just a minute can be a great pick me up. Where I was might have been good, but today is even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;And tomorrow will be amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-8090380862618053323?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/8090380862618053323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=8090380862618053323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/8090380862618053323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/8090380862618053323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/04/looking-back.html' title='Looking Back'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-1811681688920355873</id><published>2009-04-03T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:35:00.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Release</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SdFXSd9vSAI/AAAAAAAAAII/RmGFlLdhwiI/s1600-h/Coverfront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 470px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319128609694107650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SdFXSd9vSAI/AAAAAAAAAII/RmGFlLdhwiI/s320/Coverfront.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BOOK RELEASE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 3 years of work, the book is finally ready. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Head to &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/"&gt;www.Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/"&gt;www.barnesandnoble.com&lt;/a&gt; to order your copy of &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;30 Isn't Old&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on sale now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A woman's 30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday doesn't have to be a traumatic event. Instead of suffering through this special day, women can define their own success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read &lt;em&gt;30 Isn't Old&lt;/em&gt; for a positive  and realistic look at what it means to be a woman turning 30."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-1811681688920355873?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/1811681688920355873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=1811681688920355873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/1811681688920355873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/1811681688920355873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/04/book-release.html' title='Book Release'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SdFXSd9vSAI/AAAAAAAAAII/RmGFlLdhwiI/s72-c/Coverfront.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-1075054950127801947</id><published>2009-04-01T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T16:26:00.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating After 30</title><content type='html'>Aside from Sex in the City the view of dating in our 30s tends to be blah in pop culture. The theory is that women are no longer young and fabulous so we can't get the hottest guys any longer. Once we hit 30 we start having to settle for men with baggage, divorced, balding, career obsessed or any number of other undesirable qualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The TRUTH is that DATING is BETTER after 30.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are just a few things to look forward to dating after 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Better meals - men have the income to take you to a better class of restaurant without going broke&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Better dates - dates no longer have to be a dinner and movie or a cuddle in the back seat of his car. Older daters have better taste so you can head to the symphony, an art show or any other cultural event geared toward adults.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You know what you want&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No more double dates with friends (unless you want to)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your mother stops fixing you up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have more to talk about with the guys you meet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your life is more interesting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Less game playing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No need to lie to yourself about a one night stand&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No one's checking when you cam home last night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get to CHOOSE how to enjoy your dating life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-1075054950127801947?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/1075054950127801947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=1075054950127801947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/1075054950127801947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/1075054950127801947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/04/dating-after-30.html' title='Dating After 30'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-7186246513051854811</id><published>2009-03-30T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:24:28.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Instant Validation</title><content type='html'>Turning 30 did one GREAT thing for my professional life - it provided instant validation of my expertise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds strange but in my 20s I was often looked to as the new kid on the team even when I had more experience at work than many of my coworkers. Customers took one look at me and decided that I couldn't possibly be old enough to handle their claim much less climb on their roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can give them a bit of a break by admitting that I don't look my age. Many members of my family have the distinction of looking several (5 to 10) years young than we really are. My grandfather has look like he was in his 50s for most of his 60s and into his 70s. So genetically I'm predisposed to being carded well into my 30s. However, at work it really stinks to be considered incapable of handling my job just because I looked young. This got real irritating when I approached my 10 year anniversary in the business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to turning 30. Once I turned 30 I had no problem letting people know I was in my 30s. This gave me instant validation as a working professional. When I tell people I'm 30 they are relieved and just comment on my age not matching my looks. Once 30 came and went I found the occasions when I had to explain and validate my own experience have become fewer and farther in between.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-7186246513051854811?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/7186246513051854811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=7186246513051854811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/7186246513051854811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/7186246513051854811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/03/instant-validation.html' title='Instant Validation'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-5086261017428205273</id><published>2009-03-23T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:36:05.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/Scgcit5h1XI/AAAAAAAAAIA/P9A_nkNSfbg/s1600-h/Dirty+30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316530742872888690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/Scgcit5h1XI/AAAAAAAAAIA/P9A_nkNSfbg/s320/Dirty+30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you considered having a Dirty 30 party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of a normal birthday party at a restaurant or friend's house, some women are getting their freak on with a Dirty 30 party. This party is a ribald celebration at a local strip club or a tour of the wildest bars and clubs in town. Gather your friends of both sexes, dress in your sluttiest gear and head out for a night of total release. Get dirty and wild while ushering in the greatest decade of life. Head to Spencers for party decorations, sexy themed attire and even cake decorations that fit the Dirty 30 theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go ahead, you know you want to. Get dirty and celebrate turning 30!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-5086261017428205273?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/5086261017428205273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=5086261017428205273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/5086261017428205273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/5086261017428205273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/03/dirty-30.html' title='Dirty 30'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/Scgcit5h1XI/AAAAAAAAAIA/P9A_nkNSfbg/s72-c/Dirty+30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-3702234567358726980</id><published>2009-03-12T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:13:21.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Celeb with a POSITIVE 30 attitude</title><content type='html'>Take a look at this video I found of Kate Hudson talking to Rachel Ray about turning 30. As an added bonus they also talk about having moms with strong personalities. Give it a look, its a great pick me up! (Ms. B if you're in the mood for a smile after our downer lunch conversation then Kate might just perk you up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1eA4MGDtSRI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1eA4MGDtSRI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-3702234567358726980?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/3702234567358726980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=3702234567358726980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/3702234567358726980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/3702234567358726980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/03/celeb-with-positive-30-attitude.html' title='A Celeb with a POSITIVE 30 attitude'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-447569173419515102</id><published>2009-03-06T06:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T06:27:25.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Gifts of Being Human</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Room service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Climate control (heat on a cold night and AC on a hot day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Utensils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Shoes in a shapes, sizes and styles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Conceptualizing language, time and space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By the way, can I go back to room service?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When mom lives 1200 miles away and let's face it, your 30 now so you probably shouldn't call mom to whine when your tummy aches or your head hurts (because face it, she has a life) - WHAT CAN YOU DO when you don't feel well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to be staying in a great hotel with room service then you have all the benefits of a fussy mom. Think about it - ice cream in bed, delivered.&lt;br /&gt;If your tummy aches then ask for chicken soup and a pot of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the great gifts of being human is probably having a mom. And when she's far away or otherwise occupied, try room service as an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;indulgent&lt;/span&gt; substitute. (Just don't tell my mom that room service might replace her. She wouldn't appreciate the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I treated a migraine headache with a squishy hotel mattress, 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tylenol&lt;/span&gt; and room service. I feel like new again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What great gifts have you been sharing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-447569173419515102?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/447569173419515102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=447569173419515102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/447569173419515102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/447569173419515102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/03/great-gifts-of-being-human.html' title='Great Gifts of Being Human'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-8214815237085839386</id><published>2009-03-02T17:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:22:11.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you do what you love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SayD9pZnigI/AAAAAAAAAH4/yV5oFRIl9MA/s1600-h/415GR2BNCRL__BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308763155871533570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SayD9pZnigI/AAAAAAAAAH4/yV5oFRIl9MA/s320/415GR2BNCRL__BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a while since I've had time to blog. I'd love to say that I've been hobnobbing and partying but the truth is - I've been working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The great thing, however, is that I love what I'm doing. I jump out of bed in the morning ready to head to the office. Today after I unburied my car from the foot of snow that built up overnight I braved treacherous roads to get to the office and still had a smile on my face while doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in this time of economic upheaval and chaos I got to thinking - is it really possible to do what you love without having to dread unemployment is just around the corner. I have a few friends out of work at the moment and a few more who are dreading that the jobs they love might not be there in another few months. It might be tempting to look for the safe job to get you through the next few years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I though further I started thinking there might not be such a thing as a safe job any more. So then where are we left? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now I'm thinking that thinking ahead to more positive times might provide just enough motivation to get us through the tough times. If you are looking for motivation to pursue your dream job, take a look at this book by Po Bronson. Pay attention to the tools he provides so that when the time is right you'll be able to go after that dream job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UNTIL THEN, I've found that 10 years of learning and labor were necessary to get me to the job that now keeps me thinking and planning creatively. So enjoy the hard work of your 20s and 30s and we can all be one step closer to that job we dream of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-8214815237085839386?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/8214815237085839386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=8214815237085839386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/8214815237085839386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/8214815237085839386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-you-do-what-you-love.html' title='Can you do what you love?'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SayD9pZnigI/AAAAAAAAAH4/yV5oFRIl9MA/s72-c/415GR2BNCRL__BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-3201240782597732647</id><published>2009-01-30T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:04:43.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is your Role Model</title><content type='html'>I should start by warning you that I am in a pissy mood this morning. I have no idea why I’m in a mood – it’s Friday and life’s going great. I even lost a half pound since Monday. I should be having a great day BUT I’m not. So instead of a rah rah blog today I’ve decided to share with you something that happened to me last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to the audio book I talked about a few days ago People are Idiots and one of the tasks Larry assigns is that you write the answer to the questions he asks. One of the questions became problematic for me. The question was to make a list of your role models in each of the areas of life where you set goals and/or have concerns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set out to make my list – not only to name the role models but to describe what I can (or have) learned from them. So I realized I have a role model for dieting, one for exercise, a couple for my day job work, two for relationships and two for money management. Then I realized that for one subject, what may be the most important part of my future and goals – writing – I do not have a role model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down at considered all the writers whose work I admire and all the writers I know personally who are either writing for passion or writing to make a living. And after taking a look I realized that they don’t inspire me in a mentor sort of way. The professional writers I admire who have published tens or hundreds of books seem too out of reach or too lucky to be reasonable role models for me and the writers who aren’t big names, don’t seem to strive high enough to be a mentor or role model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand my critique is not that a viable role model doesn’t exist. Instead my concern is that with all the viable options that do exist, none of them inspire me. The flaw and lack of motivation is in me, not the role model. Yet I’m still seeking a passionate writer who I can admire and model my behavior habits after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? Who are your role models?What can you learn from them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-3201240782597732647?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/3201240782597732647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=3201240782597732647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/3201240782597732647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/3201240782597732647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-is-your-role-model.html' title='Who is your Role Model'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-7000377461504352498</id><published>2009-01-26T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:11:24.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read Often and Read Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If you’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; read much of this blog you might have realized that I love to read. I’m not a book snob because I read everything. I have read my share of fine and formal literature but I am just as likely to read the newest self help book or Nora Roberts romance. In fact in most instances I’d rather curl up with a Nora Roberts, Janet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Evanovich&lt;/span&gt; or Christine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Feehan&lt;/span&gt; novel than American Idol or Gray’s Anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; read the South Beach book, the Zone book, 7 Habits and any other self improvement type book. I’m even a bigger fan of audio books in the self help realm. Last week I listened to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People are Idiots and I Can Prove It&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SYeY7kI9S7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Wafd-2osz50/s1600-h/People+are+idiots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298371635705629618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SYeY7kI9S7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Wafd-2osz50/s320/People+are+idiots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Larry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Winget&lt;/span&gt;. I listened while working on a project at work and laughed my way through the book. Even though Larry is a funny guy with a sharp sense of humor, I appreciate his books because he offers honest and brutal advice just when I need it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While you might not care about what I like to read, I'm hoping that you have books you prefer. One of the joys of being in our 30s is that we get to explore life and anything that interests us. Books are a great option for self discovery so I say read well, read often and read for fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-7000377461504352498?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/7000377461504352498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=7000377461504352498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/7000377461504352498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/7000377461504352498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/01/read-often-and-read-well.html' title='Read Often and Read Well'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SYeY7kI9S7I/AAAAAAAAAHw/Wafd-2osz50/s72-c/People+are+idiots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-7948521139570910154</id><published>2009-01-15T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:24:00.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(Normal) Read Rational, Adult Relationships</title><content type='html'>Last weekend I talked to one of my friends about relationships. This friend is 28 and seems to be working hard to get her life in order. She is a mom with a 4 year old, was divorced last year after 4 years of marriage. She has a great job as a magazine editor that suits her personality perfectly. She has a great boyfriend and they share a normal, adult (read non-drama-filled) relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the outside it looks like my friend has the perfect life. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t. What she has is a normal life and for the first time, she is thriving in the normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we talked about relationships I  came to the realization that quite possibly one of the greatest things about turning 30 is the ability or expectation of having “normal” or rational relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we reach our 30s many of us have had our fill of drama and game playing when it comes to men. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t always the case but if you are the type who is tired of the drama, the great news is that many men are in the same place. For once you are more likely to agree with the men you date about boundaries, rules and how to have your own life. Jealousy begins to be a hazard instead of an appealing aspect of your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What my friend shared with me is that she and the guy in her life have separate lives. They have their own friends, jobs and responsibility. When they get together they are together. The thing that stands out is how they deal with the other people in each other’s lives. For example, they each have friends of the opposite sex who they’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; known forever and these friends will hug and kiss them if they happen to run into each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our 20s the thought of your boyfriend hugging or kissing another girl is enough to send most women into a jealous rage that causes a fight and possibly even a breakup of epic proportions. As we get older, jealousy (hopefully) is not our first emotion and we think before we lose it. Instead my friend and her guy respect the friendships and get to know the other’s friends without all the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that my friend kept telling me how odd it is to be in a relationship that is so adult, so normal. I just responded that she just found one of the greatest benefits of getting older and wiser – adult relationships.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-7948521139570910154?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/7948521139570910154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=7948521139570910154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/7948521139570910154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/7948521139570910154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/01/normal-read-rational-adult.html' title='(Normal) Read Rational, Adult Relationships'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-7008749370247505038</id><published>2009-01-14T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:23:00.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The BAD News Stereotypes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Just to show that I am not a Pollyanna who only sees the good in things (and people) I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; dedicated this morning to the stereotypes and the reasons why “society” tells us that turning 30 is a negative.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your body will fall apart&lt;br /&gt;You won’t be able to have children&lt;br /&gt;More women are in therapy at 30 than any other age&lt;br /&gt;Men only want young, skinny women&lt;br /&gt;Your best years are behind you&lt;br /&gt;You can no longer run, dive, enter beauty pageants, become a ballerina, start modeling professionally, become a celebrity, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Prodigies will surpass you at work&lt;br /&gt;You have to make sacrifices to have it all&lt;br /&gt;You are getting old&lt;br /&gt;You are no longer interesting&lt;br /&gt;You can no longer have fresh ideas&lt;br /&gt;Your friends are all coupled up and have no time for you&lt;br /&gt;Babies, bottles and burping is all you have to look forward to&lt;br /&gt;You are now on the assembly line of hard work for little satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;You have to work at work you hate&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This list is just a few of the things I heard in the two years before I turned 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope is that after reading this list you’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; come to one conclusion. These are RIDICULOUS and so far from your reality that there is no reason to fear turning 30 any longer.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-7008749370247505038?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/7008749370247505038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=7008749370247505038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/7008749370247505038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/7008749370247505038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/01/bad-news-stereotypes.html' title='The BAD News Stereotypes'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-8859593632350823967</id><published>2009-01-13T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:25:01.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lists, Lists, I Must Make Lists</title><content type='html'>To get a boost of motivation for the new year, let’s think about what is fabulous about turning 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I know what I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I know what I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I know who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My pay is on level with my education and experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I had the chance to experiment and have fun in my 20s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I expect to be treated as an adult, and I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I can afford to pay my bills and buy what I like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I no longer have to work entry level (unless I want to)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I have confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I can change careers if I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I can sleep late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I can spend Saturday in my pajamas if I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I don't have to have roommates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few of my personal benefits of being in my 30s.&lt;br /&gt;What is on your list??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-8859593632350823967?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/8859593632350823967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=8859593632350823967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/8859593632350823967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/8859593632350823967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/01/lists-lists-i-must-make-lists.html' title='Lists, Lists, I Must Make Lists'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-7463283378488965504</id><published>2009-01-12T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:23:05.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on Track</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I’m sure I’ve said it before – I will get back on track. I’ve been a little lacking in motivation the past few months. I’d like to say the holidays were just too busy but in reality I just had a period of not caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all go through periods of time when we just want to get through the day. We don’t want to be creative or energized or do anything impressive. We just want to get up, do the bare minimum of what we are obligated to do then go back to bed. This is where I’ve been since November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not suggesting that this is good or bad. Sometimes our motivation needs to shut down so that we can reevaluate before we are ready to start new. I’m optimistic that I am now ready to start again. So we are getting back on track for this blog. I still believe that our 30s are a great (though busy) time. So this week to get back on track, I plan to start making lists. Great big lists of the things that matter, the things that inspire and maybe even the reasons behind the goals I’ve set for the next few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I am a goal setter and when I start a new project (like 2009) I like to set goals, outline the process for reaching the goals and then get started. So bear with me for a few days while I get back in a routine.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So WELCOME BACK to the 30 ISN’T OLD blog and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;WELCOME TO YOUR 30s!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-7463283378488965504?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/7463283378488965504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=7463283378488965504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/7463283378488965504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/7463283378488965504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-on-track.html' title='Back on Track'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-8777332081786634968</id><published>2009-01-01T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:38:00.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SVWHNxXTYTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/5A7jyziTPsU/s1600-h/MPj02275580000%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284278408448270642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SVWHNxXTYTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/5A7jyziTPsU/s320/MPj02275580000%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Welcome to 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you will turn 30 in 2009, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;get excited now!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have found the blog to help you motivate, get interested and learn to value what an awesome year you will have turning 30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome to the site. Please send in comments, suggestions and any insights you have during this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-8777332081786634968?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/8777332081786634968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=8777332081786634968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/8777332081786634968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/8777332081786634968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SVWHNxXTYTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/5A7jyziTPsU/s72-c/MPj02275580000%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-1305290069783603349</id><published>2008-12-25T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T17:14:01.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to all</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SVWA4O1wMoI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hmMYnpxaz_M/s1600-h/MPj04402670000%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284271441333727874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SVWA4O1wMoI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hmMYnpxaz_M/s320/MPj04402670000%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;Happy Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish you and your families a happy holiday. I hope you were able to spend time with those you love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-1305290069783603349?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/1305290069783603349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=1305290069783603349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/1305290069783603349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/1305290069783603349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-christmas-i-wish-you-and-your.html' title='Merry Christmas to all'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SVWA4O1wMoI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hmMYnpxaz_M/s72-c/MPj04402670000%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-4806954773246199017</id><published>2008-12-15T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:13:02.249-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Swim naked AND Defy Gravity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SUhNUwzSskI/AAAAAAAAAGw/G2C9jPKICwY/s1600-h/Swim+naked+book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280555582184665666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SUhNUwzSskI/AAAAAAAAAGw/G2C9jPKICwY/s320/Swim+naked+book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in the mood to talk about books and lists today. I found another book for people turning 30. You know I'm always in the mood to check out the competition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one had me wondering again about lists - the things we do or want to do before turning 30. OR any other age milestone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for now I looked at this book and selected my top 5 great suggestions and the 5 I found most ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should also tell you that of 100 items, I have actually completed &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;72&lt;/span&gt; of the list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOP 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Swim Naked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Buy a Kick-Ass Mattress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Watch the sun rise and set on the same day by yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Sleep in a hammock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Carry something to read, a notebook and a pen at all times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ridiculous 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Claim your granny panties&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hook up something high tech by yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Invest in earplugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adopt an awkward teenager&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Use a great dermo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So take a look at the book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many have you completed?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-4806954773246199017?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/4806954773246199017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=4806954773246199017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/4806954773246199017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/4806954773246199017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2008/12/swim-naked-and-defy-gravity.html' title='Swim naked AND Defy Gravity'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SUhNUwzSskI/AAAAAAAAAGw/G2C9jPKICwY/s72-c/Swim+naked+book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-5222464927967094925</id><published>2008-12-13T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T17:17:20.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the lapse</title><content type='html'>Sorry that I haven't been writing much lately. I've been trying to get back into the swing of keeping this blog but like everyone else the holidays and end of the year wrap up has me so busy that I've been exhausted and I just haven't been in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get caught up more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-5222464927967094925?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/5222464927967094925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=5222464927967094925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/5222464927967094925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/5222464927967094925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2008/12/sorry-for-lapse.html' title='Sorry for the lapse'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-3795839867114820441</id><published>2008-12-06T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:09:12.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Peace - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/STxi8pc709I/AAAAAAAAAGo/XIwJenR-hW4/s1600-h/IMG_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277201657430266834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/STxi8pc709I/AAAAAAAAAGo/XIwJenR-hW4/s320/IMG_0035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometimes the stress is too great for me to just take a day off and hope to feel better. On those days I have to make a bigger trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of my soul is attached to the natural world. In most walks of life I am perfectly suited to the urban world. But when I need a break, I need nature. I need green leaves, the smell of dirt and the wind blowing across my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photos attached to this blog are some I've taken on various trips. The thing is that though the woods are pretty, they don't always do the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/STxi8Kp46zI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1ejq-trPNpE/s1600-h/IMG_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277201649163103026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/STxi8Kp46zI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1ejq-trPNpE/s320/IMG_0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I need the woods. The rest of the time I need the beach and the roar of the woods or the dry, heat blast of the desert. Each site, when lonely and desolate, speaks to me and soothes my mind enough to offer peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month, while the weather around me turns colder and I cannot get away from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hustle&lt;/span&gt; and bustle of my busy life, I think I will look for my places of peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/STxidrtoNMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YtGuPFvDPsk/s1600-h/IMG_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277201125461210306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/STxidrtoNMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YtGuPFvDPsk/s320/IMG_0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I moved a few weeks ago and have mostly unpacked my belongings. I have not, however, finished the sorting. While I'm at it, I will look for the photos I've taken over the years of my peaceful places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll find the snapshots from:&lt;br /&gt;The desert outside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sedona&lt;/span&gt; where I spent a week catching my breath in 2005 before I quit my job and changed my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the beach near &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Daytona&lt;/span&gt; or Cocoa where I spent much of my childhood and teen years, relaxing and having fun with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I find my places of peace I will post them this month. I suggest you consider finding your own places of peace and posting the snapshots on your refrigerator or at your desk. My hope for you is that these images, these symbols can help you breathe and find peace throughout this busy year end season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-3795839867114820441?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/3795839867114820441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=3795839867114820441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/3795839867114820441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/3795839867114820441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2008/12/finding-peace-part-2.html' title='Finding Peace - Part 2'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/STxi8pc709I/AAAAAAAAAGo/XIwJenR-hW4/s72-c/IMG_0035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-3924342385683586343</id><published>2008-12-04T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T15:23:47.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Peace - part 1</title><content type='html'>Our 20s may have been the busy “fun” years of our lives but our 30s will be equally busy. Whether you are growing your career, your family or your own personal expertise, you will likely be busy during the decade that is your 30s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you approach 30 you may be dreading the idea of working too hard and never having the time for yourself or your dreams. If this is your fear then consider beginning the next decade by developing an essential skill that will help you cope and survive. Find a way to find peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding peace will be different for each of us. For myself, there are different levels of finding peace. When life is going good but is just so busy that I can feel my body approaching exhaustion – then a bubble bath and a night off is the best way to locate peace. I turn off the TV, computer and phone. Then I relax with a soak before putting on the softest pjs I can find. I lounge on the sofa or in bed and do nothing. I give myself permission to take the night off and either relax doing nothing or just let myself go to bed at 6 in the evening, whichever I want to do at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stopping life and the roller coaster is the first step to finding peace from a hectic life. This works for certain types of stress and busy times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the simple night off isn’t enough to help me find peace when life has truly gotten out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For the big stressors I need a little more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;Find out what works for me tomorrow in part 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-3924342385683586343?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/3924342385683586343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=3924342385683586343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/3924342385683586343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/3924342385683586343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2008/12/finding-peace-part-1.html' title='Finding Peace - part 1'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-2412522668857469527</id><published>2008-12-03T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:10:02.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The real Colette</title><content type='html'>I am accidentally named for a famous (possibly infamous) French writer who lived through some of the most interesting times. She was born in 1873 and lived 81 years to 1954. She was a daring writer who wrote novels and stories that challenged acceptable behavior pushed the boundaries of propriety. She also ignored convention and became a dancer, actress and sometimes lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find her daring nature and her ability to thwart convention fascinating for the time she lived. Because I find her interesting and we share a name I decided to read a biography I stumbled upon a few weeks ago at the library. The book &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Secrets of the Flesh, A Life of Colette &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;shared the fascinating life of a woman who was both independent and codependent at the same time. While I admire her creative skill, her narcissism and dependence upon her lovers and spouses is a bit uncomfortable to view in this modern age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are by now wondering why I decided to write about Colette. When reading the biography I stumbled across a quote about turning 30 that I hope will interest you. You see, Colette turned 30 in 1903 and she had strong opinions about the age and what it meant in a woman's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Thirty, Colette believed, was the age of reckoning for a woman. Her emotional immune system has been tested and proved by the love sickness of youth, but she must now cease the reckless dissipation of her vital forces and plan for her long-term survival. 'I was,' she says, 'far from invulnerable, but I no longer dreamed of dying.'"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(p 141, Judith Thurman)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has your emotional immune system been tested? Or do you have more to experience?&lt;br /&gt;Better yet, is 30 the time to start thinking about your long-term survival?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you think. Submit comments to this topic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-2412522668857469527?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/2412522668857469527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=2412522668857469527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/2412522668857469527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/2412522668857469527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2008/12/from-secrets-of-flesh-life-of-colette.html' title='The real Colette'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-8344413109742565789</id><published>2008-12-02T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:17:59.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back</title><content type='html'>The hiatus is over. I would like to say that I succeeded and won the challenge of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NaNoWriMo&lt;/span&gt; but unfortunately I did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You see, life got in the way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of spending the month writing as I intended, I moved to a new apartment and had to unpack my 13 bookcases and the boxes of books that accompany them. Having my library stored in boxes makes me uncomfortable and a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;claustrophobic&lt;/span&gt; in my very small apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, moving wasn't sudden and I was originally prepared to fit that and writing into the same month. However, I also was asked to double my freelance writing tasks and with Christmas coming, I needed the work and the income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did manage to write about half of the words but I couldn't complete the task. I will keep trying to finish the draft now that I have a decent start. I was also distracted from my novel writing by the fact that a few days in to writing the story, it changed from a chick lit woman coping with life after living in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;war zone&lt;/span&gt; to a ghost story that I found very distressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still I was reminded of a vital lesson about writing and about life - rarely do you get what you planned but if you keep working, you can get something better and more interesting than you ever expected.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-8344413109742565789?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/8344413109742565789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=8344413109742565789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/8344413109742565789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/8344413109742565789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome Back'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-6025524853388999434</id><published>2008-10-31T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T18:36:25.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOG ON HIATUS FOR NOVEMBER</title><content type='html'>I know I've been absent a lot lately but with moving, working and trying to keep my head above water as the economy plummets, I've been a little busy. And now I'm writing to let you know that I will be absent for the month of November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SQuyGJsSfcI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CpE-5ee_4t4/s1600-h/nanowrimo_participant_icon_122x244.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263496408263196098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SQuyGJsSfcI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CpE-5ee_4t4/s400/nanowrimo_participant_icon_122x244.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November is National Novel Writing Month.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I've decided to accept the challenge of NaNoWriMo of writing 50,000 words or a full novel during the month of November.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to achieve this goal I will be cutting back on all other writing as much as possible. I've set myself a 1000 word goal for each week day with a larger goal for the weekends, 5000 words each day for three weekends. I'm taking the other weekend off writing in order to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to make the goal, I will put this blog on hold. But don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I'll be back December 1st and motivated again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-6025524853388999434?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/6025524853388999434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=6025524853388999434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/6025524853388999434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/6025524853388999434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-on-hiatus-for-november.html' title='BLOG ON HIATUS FOR NOVEMBER'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SQuyGJsSfcI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CpE-5ee_4t4/s72-c/nanowrimo_participant_icon_122x244.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-4823850867681836973</id><published>2008-10-27T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:44:57.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays, Schmolidays</title><content type='html'>Let me start by saying that as much as I love birthdays, I do not love holidays. The forced nature of holidays combined with the obligations that are involved tend to irritate me instead of inspire me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love giving gifts but already (in October) the thought of Christmas shopping is giving me the hives. AND TODAY my not-into-holidays boss decided to have a total change of personality so we are having a Halloween party at the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it isn't strictly required that we "participate" by dressing up in costume on Friday, it would be "appreciated" if we played along. Did I mention how much I hate being forced into holidays? Just to be clear, I've never been a big fan. This isn't something that just hit me one day and I decided I've grown out of the Halloween experience. I think I only when trick-or-treating twice in my life. And I didn't enjoy it either time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how about you?&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're an adult do you participate in holiday shenanigans?&lt;br /&gt;Do you do it for your kids?&lt;br /&gt;Or do you do it because someone else expects it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR are you one of those people who genuinely love holidays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I think it's great that there are people out there who like holidays. They get into it and seem to have a ton of fun. Because after all, they are doing something they enjoy. It's just those of us who don't find dressing up "FUN" that don't enjoy the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again I guess I'm repeating the question -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now that you're 30 (or about to be) do you still enjoy holidays the way you did as a child?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-4823850867681836973?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/4823850867681836973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=4823850867681836973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/4823850867681836973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/4823850867681836973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2008/10/holidays-schmolidays.html' title='Holidays, Schmolidays'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-316951843418960076</id><published>2008-10-26T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:36:44.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for not writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sorry but I'm in bed with a cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I promise I'll get back in the swing of the blog next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-316951843418960076?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/316951843418960076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=316951843418960076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/316951843418960076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/316951843418960076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2008/10/sorry-for-not-writing.html' title='Sorry for not writing'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-1887339300953054534</id><published>2008-10-22T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:59:55.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No excuses for not celebrating</title><content type='html'>I was reading an email about fitness today. I'm on a mailing list for Turbulence Training and the daily emails are motivating and energizing most of the time. I admit I've fallen behind on the working out and I have a list of excuses as long as my arm but even then I can't seem to get myself moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's motivational email was about excuses and it sparked my thinking about birthdays. Combine that email with a conversation with a male coworker who explained that he buys jewelry for his wife on major anniversaries and "big" birthdays and here I am thinking about celebrating birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a big fan of celebrating every birthday, not just the "big" ones, the so-called milestones or the decade birthdays. Instead I figure every birthday is a gift. As my great-grandmother likes to say "It's better than the alternative."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But birthdays are more than just a step ahead of being dead and buried. Birthdays are the day we get to celebrate life - our own, our family's and life in general. Hopefully you say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt; to your parents whenever your birthday comes around. While your at it, direct some of that thanks to your grandparents as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then stop making excuses and find a way to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't suggest you go out to a club or throw a raucous bash just do something to celebrate. Head to the spa for a massage, catch a movie or curl up with your favorite tearjerker and a huge tub of popcorn. Just do something to celebrate your day and how awesome it feels to be alive. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;No one&lt;/span&gt; on earth can be you so don't you owe it to yourself to celebrate the wonder of who you are? Your birthday is the perfect time to do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get started. Give up the excuses and go out a celebrate your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND on a side note, it happens to be my dad's birthday today so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-1887339300953054534?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/1887339300953054534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=1887339300953054534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/1887339300953054534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/1887339300953054534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-excuses-for-not-celebrating.html' title='No excuses for not celebrating'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-3199977776379552739</id><published>2008-10-20T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T17:44:21.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better, Best, Worst?</title><content type='html'>I've had trouble writing this blog lately because I've been busy and I felt like I was running out of things to say with all the time I've spent on the book. I can't tell if I'm being redundant or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I began to ask myself what I've learned from this process and I came up with a few things I'm calling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Better, Best &amp;amp; Worst things about being over 30&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;More respect in the workplace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Best&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Knowing I am capable of going my own way and being happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worst&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Staying up late and partying is painful the next morning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So there you have it, my better, best and worst of being over 30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;What's on your list?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Really, I'd like to hear from you so drop me an email or comment and I'll start making a list!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-3199977776379552739?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/3199977776379552739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=3199977776379552739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/3199977776379552739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/3199977776379552739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2008/10/better-best-worst.html' title='Better, Best, Worst?'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-3089838055609937857</id><published>2008-10-17T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T14:49:28.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over 30 Price Tag</title><content type='html'>Recently like many people I've been working to get my finances and debt under control. I figure if I head out full steam I might be able to get rid of debt in 3 - 4 years. Considering the cost of things and the state of the economy, this basically sucks. But since the majority of my debt is for two college degrees I mostly haven't been too bothered by carrying it around with me. I've always figured that debt was the consequence, the price I paid willingly, for going to graduate school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, until recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've left my 20s I no longer spend money like water running through my hands. I won't say I never spend, I do, just not as frivolously. Still, more than a third of my income is spent paying towards things I bought in the past. With the tough economic times I've learned that paying this price tag for debt is a lot more cumbersome in my 30s than it was in my 20s. I make a better income now but things cost more, my living standards are higher and I save more for retirement so no matter how much I make, there is less to go around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it I wonder that I survived on $15k a year while going to college the first time? I still had rent, food, utilities, books, clothes, a car - everything I have now - just a lot smaller and cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is it that my tastes have changed?&lt;br /&gt;Am I unwilling to do with what I had before?&lt;br /&gt;Have I collected too much baggage (furniture, books, relationships, whatever)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or does being over 30 just mean that life and the consequences of our choices have a higher price tag?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-3089838055609937857?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/3089838055609937857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=3089838055609937857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/3089838055609937857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/3089838055609937857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2008/10/over-30-price-tag.html' title='Over 30 Price Tag'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-302212524994227254</id><published>2008-10-15T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T13:21:01.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say goodbye to peer pressure</title><content type='html'>I was trolling some message boards and forums today looking for something new to write about for this blog. I've been a little unmotivated in the positive attitude lately and I believe I'm coming down with something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided looking for new ideas was a good way to put by sore throat out of my mind. I came across an old message where someone was asking what was so great about being 30 and one of the respondents had a great answer. They said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The great thing about turning 30 is that you now feel perfectly justified in doing whatever you want, regardless of peer pressure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's late, I'm going home. Know why? BECAUSE I'M 30 AND I CAN!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It sounds silly, but I think it's been a good way of thinking about it. I just care less what my friends (or others) think, and more about what I actually want and how I want to achieve that. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How awesome is that?? Turning 30 means I will be able to give up the dependence upon my friends' opinions that drove me through my 20s. Better yet, peer pressure will be a thing of the past and I can finally live my own life, my own way!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great day! AND a GREAT AGE! Suddenly I want to turn 30 all over again just to have that spark of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;new found&lt;/span&gt; independence to look forward to again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link if you want to check out some of the other answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ask.metafilter.com/47818/Happy-Birthday-to-me"&gt;http://ask.metafilter.com/47818/Happy-Birthday-to-me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-302212524994227254?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/302212524994227254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=302212524994227254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/302212524994227254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/302212524994227254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2008/10/say-goodbye-to-peer-pressure.html' title='Say goodbye to peer pressure'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-1842304804410746484</id><published>2008-10-14T17:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:09:31.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buy Into Some Hype</title><content type='html'>If you buy into the hype surrounding turning 30 you may accept the idea that this is an age when you find yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal belief is that finding ourselves is an ongoing, lifelong process that has nothing to do with age. However, I also realize that not everyone is as focused on self awareness as I am. For me it's an innate quality I have always had but it has been enhanced by a happily single lifestyle and fierce independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are not like me (and most people are not) then you may be new to the idea of finding yourself. Many assume this stops at the end of our teenage or college years. So 30 seems like it should be an age when you have already accepted who and what you are. This is one of those times when I suggest you buy into the hype. Don't believe that you should have life already figured out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead consider going with the societal expectations in just this one area and I suggest that you use this time to figure out what you want out of life. Even if you think you know, you've always wanted to be a lawyer, doctor or ballerina. Maybe you've always wanted to be a psychiatrist but now that you've started work you aren't sure if you like the work or can continue for another 20 years. There is always time to reevaluate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Repeat after me - It is never too late. There is always time to reassess and reevaluate your life, your goals and your motivation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You have the time so use it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Get to know you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-1842304804410746484?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/1842304804410746484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=1842304804410746484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/1842304804410746484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/1842304804410746484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2008/10/buy-into-some-hype.html' title='Buy Into Some Hype'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-7500613572486582303</id><published>2008-10-13T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:19:44.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dave Ramsey Podcast</title><content type='html'>I was listening to a Dave Ramsey podcast this afternoon while at work. For those who don't know, Dave is a financial authority and author of two leading books about personal finance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Total Money Makeover                  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SPPwXPmc9-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/0knUx0xdPlA/s1600-h/total+money+makeover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256809472186972130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SPPwXPmc9-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/0knUx0xdPlA/s200/total+money+makeover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SPPwWz5idmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/3IbTh1fC7GE/s1600-h/financial+peace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256809464750831202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SPPwWz5idmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/3IbTh1fC7GE/s200/financial+peace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Financial Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These books instruct readers on Dave's basic philosophy and plan for dealing with money. Dave is the no-nonsense type who lays it out plainly for anyone to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend less than you make&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get out of debt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pay cash &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work hard &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Save. Save. Save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I happened to listen to Dave's show podcast after reading an article this morning about how average people will have a difficult time getting credit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Getting control over our finances is an intimidating goal, especially in today's financial era. If you are anything like me, you approached turning 30 with a pile of debt. Maybe it was student loans, credit cards or a mortgage and car payments. Debt of any kind can make you feel overwhelmed. The stress of financial instability and uncertainty makes us doubt our choices and our abilities.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Something else Dave Ramsey said caused a little distress for me. He was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;counseling&lt;/span&gt; a man who was 24 and worried that he wasn't doing enough to support his wife because he only made $20k a year. The couple had no debt and was living within their means while his wife was going to school to be a teacher.  What Dave suggested was that once the wife finished school and was working that her husband would be able to consider what he could do to improve his education and later his income. The upsetting statement from Dave was that the man should have a goal of tripling his income by the time he was 29. In fact, Dave suggested, everyone should have a similar goal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was disheartened by his assertion. I make a good living and never have I been able to triple my income in five years. Moreover, I have advanced my career over time and gotten regular promotions yet I have never reached that degree of success. I have pursued graduate level education, advanced my professional skill and certifications and worked multiple jobs to advance my second career as well. SO if I've worked this hard and faced these challenges, and I cannot triple my income, can anybody? Is Dave Ramsey just setting another unrealistic goal that none of us will achieve?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What about your goals? Your personal or financial goals? Are any of those unreasonable? What can you do to make them more reasonable?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;Is there any way to keep yourself from feeling unsuccessful when in front of you is unreasonable goals and ideals?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-7500613572486582303?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/7500613572486582303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=7500613572486582303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/7500613572486582303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/7500613572486582303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2008/10/dave-ramsey-podcast.html' title='Dave Ramsey Podcast'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SPPwXPmc9-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/0knUx0xdPlA/s72-c/total+money+makeover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-8162745869289257719</id><published>2008-10-08T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:21:36.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgot to add the image earlier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SO1qJADU5pI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q-Ti6PKMeU0/s1600-h/purse.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254973043076556434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="184" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SO1qJADU5pI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q-Ti6PKMeU0/s200/purse.JPG" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, I talked about my new purse in an earlier blog then forgot to upload it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HERE IT IS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you like it as much as I do. All that red, plus it goes with everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-8162745869289257719?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/8162745869289257719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=8162745869289257719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/8162745869289257719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/8162745869289257719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2008/10/forgot-to-add-image-earlier.html' title='Forgot to add the image earlier'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SO1qJADU5pI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/q-Ti6PKMeU0/s72-c/purse.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-8306900129507505615</id><published>2008-10-08T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:17:03.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reward yourself</title><content type='html'>Looking at the economy this might not be the best time to have this conversation but I think we need to think about what we can do to stay positive right now, whether it is positive about our age, our income or whatever may be bringing us down. To that end I’d like to suggest a little retail therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I am not a big fan of the shop ‘til your hurts go away mentality since that tends to lead to debt which increases fear and you end up with one big, ugly cycle of discomfort and craziness. However, retail therapy is good for the economy and I’m not suggesting that you go overboard. As a matter of fact I’m ordering you not to use credit for this little reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago after a stressful week and craving a special gift for myself I went out and bought this Coach purse. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t go overboard and buy the large Hobo style bag or the newest item. I went to the outlet store and purchased a bag (WITH CASH) that I fell in love with a few weeks earlier. The bag was on sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sale &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t always mean that the purchase is a good one and I usually recommend in times of financial stress that you spend as little as possible. BUT I was in need of a reward, something to make the sacrifices (and months of working 2 jobs) worthwhile so that I would be motivated to continue. I also, that same day, arranged a new lease for next year that would save me more than $200 a month in rent from this past year, and worked out to be $400 less than the increase my present complex was demanding. So in all, spending $70 that I DID HAVE IN CASH seemed worth the effort and energy I had expended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I telling you about my purse? Because I am a responsible gal, I work hard and try not to be frivolous. So when I tell you that sometimes you need to reward yourself, I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not suggesting you spend what you don’t have or spend a lot. Right now many of us are making sacrifices, working more, spending less, whatever it takes to get by. If you are one of these women then consider rewarding yourself a little. Once a month or every other month (whatever your budget can spare) take yourself to breakfast and spend $5 at the bakery, or if you recently cut out your daily Starbucks habit, then treat yourself to your favorite coffee on a Saturday morning. Buy a book or purchase a favorite album on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt;. If there is absolutely no available cash, the reward yourself with a walk in the park alone or with a friend or even a bubble bath on a Sunday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just do something that reminds you that your hard work is worth it and there will be better times ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-8306900129507505615?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/8306900129507505615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=8306900129507505615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/8306900129507505615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/8306900129507505615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2008/10/reward-yourself.html' title='Reward yourself'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-5373513294925830767</id><published>2008-10-07T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:49:41.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Managing Stress and Investing</title><content type='html'>Stress is big in our culture. It defines and often consumes us. Looking at the news today and finding that the Dow dropped 800 points and the economy is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;continuing&lt;/span&gt; to crash around us, how can we not be stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunch today two different people commented about how they would not be able to retire within three years as they had originally planned. They took a large enough financial hit that they won't be able to recover in time to meet their retirement goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS SUCKS! Royally, for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have empathy, please don't misunderstand. But at the same time I am grateful that even though I have taken some hits with my investments, I will have time to recover. I started my 401k at 22 and have a fair amount of money saved even though I took most of it out when I changed jobs 3 years ago. Still I know that while the losses suck, I can get it back. When the economy recovers, I can survive this downturn and be able to recover again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So turning 30 may be the first time you started thinking about the economy or your financial future. If not, great for you. If you've gotten a head start then you are even better positioned than many of your peers. If you haven't started preparing for the future, I hope that when this crisis passes, you will do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still if you're having a rough day and need something positive to consider about turning 30 - remember that you have time. You have lots of time to invest in your future and recover losses. Our age, our youth, provides this time. Make good use of it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-5373513294925830767?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/5373513294925830767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=5373513294925830767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/5373513294925830767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/5373513294925830767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2008/10/managing-stress-and-investing.html' title='Managing Stress and Investing'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-1070455117829257911</id><published>2008-10-06T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T16:43:26.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Crappy Day</title><content type='html'>I have had the crappiest day. I now have a headache and a knot in my stomach and I can't tell you why. Monday tends to be a bad day with the whole recover from the weekend and get up early deal. But today was a spectacularly bad Monday because every plan I had failed, every goal was unmet and I spent my day consumed with other people's problems while I ignored my own schedule and deadlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so we are clear - I am totally aware that this is my own fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that I don't mind helping people and I usually am laid back enough that missing a deadline doesn't really bother me. I normally figure that I will just make up the time tomorrow. BUT TODAY, my problems were all computer related and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;COMPUTERS MAKE ME CRAZY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ABSOLUTELY INSANE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are completely illogical and unreliable. I am one of those individuals who isn't good with machines. I'm handy with tools as long as they don't perform high level functions. So I can use a drill and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; (sometimes) but computers, copy machines and complex tools like drill presses, circular saws and others are a little too high risk for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computers especially tend to react badly to my instructions. While I just want to throw the stupid things out the window &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;half&lt;/span&gt; the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I spent more than 4 hours trying to load (then unload and reload) a software upgrade. I should tell you that I have loaded this particular upgrade four times in the last week. So I've got the process down and shouldn't have had a problem. Still the irrational nature of computers meant that I tried to upload the program and it didn't take, then I tried again, no joy. I am, however, persistent so I tried a third time and YIPPEE! it worked and the program was loaded. It even worked, the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the machine working just in time for the next one to be dropped on my desk for the same problem. The upgrade loaded but wouldn't function so it had to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;uninstalled&lt;/span&gt; and then reinstalled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, computers make me crazy. They are just counter to my logic. The stress of having to deal with the inconsistency and irrational nature of 2 stupid machines made me just want to SCREAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I have absolutely nothing positive to say EXCEPT I'm looking forward to tomorrow. It will be a better day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-1070455117829257911?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/1070455117829257911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=1070455117829257911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/1070455117829257911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/1070455117829257911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2008/10/computer-crappy-day.html' title='Computer Crappy Day'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-2248843722813523375</id><published>2008-10-02T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T18:10:29.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Having it All Even Worth It?</title><content type='html'>Growing up many of us heard from our mothers and grandmothers how the world was a much better place to be for a woman that it was even decades before. Our mothers were some of the first to be able to HAVE IT ALL - with their families and dream jobs. Our generation is still being promised that we can have everything we want. We may have to learn to balance, patience and how to live with exhaustion - but hey, we can have it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us have been so indoctrinated with this ideal that we have taken things a step further and expected to have it all by age 30. Doing the math -- we plan to meet Mr. Right sometime during high school or college then get engaged at 22 or 23, married within a few years so we can both work, getting started on our careers for two to four years then start having kids by 28 or 29. Sounds perfect right? Have the female version of the American dream all before the age of 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, no one tells you that if you get it all before 30, you'll be exhausted by 32.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The backlash of the movement to have it all has created a battle between women who are still striving and women who are searching for an alternative. The alternative hasn't been decided for many women but those who are looking are often trying to have it all, just not all at the same time. So we begin with career then think about leaving it to start families hoping we can return to work once our kids are either in school or grown and ready to leave the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I always wanted to know is what happens if you can't meet the timeline? Do you settle for Mr. Almost Right if you approach 24 without meeting "THE ONE"? Or do you rush the work and family so we meet the invisible deadline? Do we reach some point and then God, karma (or whatever higher power you believe in) decides that you didn't meet the deadline therefore you cannot have it all? You just were too late so you don't get to have your dreams? Or anyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you even know that ALL is what you want? There's never a time in school when they pull you aside and say - do you want to be married, have kids and work a full time career all while not having a spare second to think. No one prepares you for the exhaustion, tension and shear feelings of inadequacy that accompany trying to do everything all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I circle back to my question above. Is having it all even worth it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-2248843722813523375?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/2248843722813523375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=2248843722813523375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/2248843722813523375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/2248843722813523375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2008/10/is-having-it-all-even-worth-it.html' title='Is Having it All Even Worth It?'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-6296300235701625905</id><published>2008-10-01T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T16:38:07.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news on the book front</title><content type='html'>Good news girls! I have received half of the signed permission forms back from the participants in my book project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;30 Isn't Old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means that the book is one step closer to print. I'm shooting for an on sale date before the end of the year but may be cutting it close. I'll update more as I get closer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-6296300235701625905?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/6296300235701625905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=6296300235701625905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/6296300235701625905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/6296300235701625905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-news-on-book-front.html' title='Good news on the book front'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-6336862377093789872</id><published>2008-09-30T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T19:45:16.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too tired to think</title><content type='html'>I'm exhausted tonight so this will be a short entry. I just feel bad that I've been neglectful this month. Plus I haven't felt the usual positive energy toward this blog that I normally do. So to compromise I decided to share two quotes that get me going whenever I read them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The faces of most American women over thirty are relief maps of petulant and bewildered unhappiness. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quoteland.com/tellafriend/index.asp?QUOTE_ID=8269"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quoteland.com/tellafriend/index.asp?QUOTE_ID=8269"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quoteland.com/author.asp?AUTHOR_ID=440"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;F. Scott Fitzgerald&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After reading The Great Gatsby in high school I was well aware of Fitzgerald's obnixious and irritating view of women. When I came across this quote I wasn't the least surprised that the words came from his mouth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Instead all I can think is that I'm glad to live in a more enlightened (I hope) time. Maybe he should have considered that the women he knew who were over 30 may have been unhappy because they had to deal with the likes of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Everything I know I learned after I was thirty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;- Georges Clemenceau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know (and I admit that before I read this quote, I wasn't sure) Clemenceau is a statesman, a former Prime Minister of France who was involved in the Treaty of Versailles, the peace treaty that helped end World War I. Anyway even though Clemenceau is a man and therefore not the best voice for turning 30, I tend to concur with his statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, maybe not everything I learned was after 30. But a great deal of perspective continues to come my way the more years I collect. So hopefully old George is correct and I have a future as a wise old woman coming my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-6336862377093789872?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/6336862377093789872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=6336862377093789872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/6336862377093789872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/6336862377093789872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2008/09/too-tired-to-think.html' title='Too tired to think'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-3476414576819912240</id><published>2008-09-28T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T15:08:18.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women's Health Blog</title><content type='html'>I don't recall if I've mentioned it before but &lt;em&gt;Women's Health&lt;/em&gt; magazine has a blog running right now by one of their editors who is writing about the year leading up to her 30th birthday. Since it is &lt;em&gt;Women's Health&lt;/em&gt; the blog often centers on exercise or working toward the goal of running a marathon. This seems like typical stuff but I checked in with the blog today and two things caught my eye (then PISSED ME OFF!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use this link to check it out for yourself.  &lt;a href="http://www.womenshealthmag.com/blog/jwaldbieser"&gt;http://www.womenshealthmag.com/blog/jwaldbieser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The About This Blog section follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Jill, a senior editor at WH. I turn 30 in one short year, and already I feel myself growing older, weaker, and more boring by the second. Since I can’t reclaim my youth, I’m going to squeeze every last moment of fun out of my 365 remaining days as a twenty-something. Help me decide how I should make every day count."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you read that? Let me repeat something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I turn 30 in one short year, and already I feel myself growing older, weaker, and more boring by the second."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I do believe I want to smack Jill right about now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;How about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the immature and naive actually believe that 20 somethings are capable of being more interesting than their older peers. Women who reach 30, especially those who do so with a positive attitude, have life experience and opinions that make them interesting (not boring). And why would anyone look to this Jill for her opinion after reading her intro? Has she never met the other people who work at her magazine (or in the rest of the world) who have surpassed 30 to remain vibrant, strong and fascinating? How dull her life must have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SECOND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at previous posts and came across another entry that irritated me. In April she bemoans the clothes she is about to have to give up due to her "aging". These are the sexy, fun, flirty dresses and even high heels that apparently we should turn in once we hit the big 3-0. She also mentions having to give up shorts (long before 30 actually). Read some of her entry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I still remember a few years ago, when shorts suddenly became off-limits to me. A vague unease about slipping them on had been sneaking up on me for a while, and my collection had shrunk down to two pair. Then one day a friend (a younger friend) mentioned how she'd stopped wearing them because she just felt ridiculous in shorts outside the gym. I thought about it and realized she was right--how many grown women do you see in shorts who aren't competing in a team sport? I retired mine the same day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill is obviously living in a climate that rarely if ever sees 90 degree temperatures or she needs to work on some lunges to tone those thighs. I mean come on, give up shorts? Really? In our 20s or 30s when we likely have the best legs we will in our lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finding this blog was just another reminder to me about why I keep this blog. If that negativity and ignorance about turning 30 is what abounds in the world then I would like to be the positive voice who LOUDLY disagrees.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turning 30 can be fun, positive, energizing and memorable (or it can be just another day in an already interesting life). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You choose.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just make it a good one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-3476414576819912240?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/3476414576819912240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=3476414576819912240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/3476414576819912240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/3476414576819912240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2008/09/womens-health-blog.html' title='Women&apos;s Health Blog'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-547313686744033791</id><published>2008-09-26T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T14:11:50.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never to late to follow your dreams</title><content type='html'>I spoke with an old friend today. She's another writer who participated in the same writing group as I did for several years near Atlanta. We also went to graduate school together. My friend is a few years younger than me (not yet 30) and she has very strong ties to her family and community. For the last few years she has been tied (not unhappily) to the same area because her family, church community and work were all located there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend didn't complain about this situation. Like I said, she was happy. But she also had the desire to travel to Argentina to work on a project researching and writing about blacks in Argentina. The mix of African and Latin cultures that occurred over centuries after slaves were brought to the new world by European travellers/settlers/explorers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The project has always sounded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interested&lt;/span&gt; and over the years it became apparent that this project was my friend's personal passion. She just hadn't been able to get to it. She said she found that it was easy to get caught up in daily life and put off the things you wanted to explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we spoke my friend told me that she has finally filed the paperwork for a Fulbright scholarship that will help send her back to Argentina and help her pursue a PhD in Latin American studies. Both of which will combine to one day create a fascinating book about a unique culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What my friend's actions reminded me was that at any time you can choose to follow your dreams. You could wake up tomorrow or even next week and finally find the motivation and inspiration to start making your goals a reality. This is true for anyone at any age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 will not change this fact. So if you wake up the day before or after you turn 30 and decide that is the day to start to follow your dreams - you are a step closer than you ever were. Making the decision is the first step and it is never too late to take the first step!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.keepwriting.org/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;www.keepwriting.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; for the writing group's website and writing samples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-547313686744033791?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/547313686744033791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=547313686744033791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/547313686744033791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/547313686744033791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2008/09/never-to-late-to-follow-your-dreams.html' title='Never to late to follow your dreams'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-830370181451825471</id><published>2008-09-23T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T06:49:00.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Divided Focus</title><content type='html'>I've been struggling a bit lately with my own goals and moves in life. I wrote yesterday about having a fallback if necessary. When I think about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fallbacks&lt;/span&gt; I'm looking at careers/jobs. I know people who like to have a guy as a fallback if their current relationship fails or some other interpersonal fallback plan. Personally I don't like thinking about other human beings this way so I hope you realize this was not what I was talking about when I mentioned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fallbacks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I probably do have a fallback career. Actually I spend more than 40 hours a week working at my fallback job. And I'm good at it. I like what I do. And again, I am good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difficulty is that I struggle to balance my two careers. The fallback is only called that because it is the career that pays the bills. I know I will eat next week because of that job so I dedicate the majority of my time and energy there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still freelance writing is also a job. It takes up at least 15 hours of my time each week, usually more like 25 hours. When I am tired, or just feeling frustrated, I long to stop dividing my focus, pick a job and dedicate myself to it solely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some flaws in the single minded career focus (which is why I haven't made the leap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Single focus makes us boring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's easy to burn out with a single focus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Any job/career is vulnerable when the economy is unstable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A single path doesn't allow seemingly random connections to be made between two unrelated subjects&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The stress of a single focus can tie your stomach in knots&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;These are just some of the reasons I give myself for not choosing the singular path of either career. Still I often fear that I am not reaching my full potential at either career because of this divided focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Is it possible to divide your career (or your life) focus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;How do working moms handle their divided focus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Can we really be multidimensional people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-830370181451825471?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/830370181451825471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=830370181451825471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/830370181451825471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/830370181451825471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2008/09/divided-focus.html' title='Divided Focus'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-7353945006419619334</id><published>2008-09-22T18:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T18:48:54.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Options and Fallbacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SNhFyGjnblI/AAAAAAAAAEM/871P8OFvwCw/s1600-h/St+pete+beach+waves.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249022092756086354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SNhFyGjnblI/AAAAAAAAAEM/871P8OFvwCw/s200/St+pete+beach+waves.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By now if you've been reading this blog with any regularity you will know at least 2 things about me - nature makes me think and my thinking isn't always linear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully you are looking at these photos and asking yourself what they have to do with turning 30. I promise you they are not just images to show you how I spent my vacation. Although, these beach shots were take with my camera phone and I'm a bit impressed by how well they turned out, aren't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249022092289339106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SNhFyE0VbuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1YoOknw_Z_c/s200/st+pete+beach+waves+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took these images while walking along St. Pete Beach in Florida. The weather was in the 90s and the water as warm as a soothing bath. Again, the salty tang of the air relaxed me and got my mind wandering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While in Florida I noticed things that reminded me about the craziness that is our present economy. My day job is involved with the world of insurance so the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AIG&lt;/span&gt; fiasco caused a bit of concern for me. Whenever large insurance companies face trauma, the rest of the industry often feels the stress. It wasn't concern for my own career that struck me at this point. Hurricane Ike had just two days before decided to rip through the Texas coast and for me, storms create job security rather than taking it away. I don't say this to be callous, it is just a fact of the industry. Without us, such catastrophes would be even worse than they are now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I noticed while in Florida was that the streets were less crowded, as were the restaurants and shopping malls. Upon speaking to a friend who works for the school system in the Central Florida area I learned that families were leaving the area in large numbers. The schools were faced with laying off teachers and staff because the school year began with thousands less students than anticipated from the previous year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some educators were leaving the state because their spouses faced layoffs and were unable to find another job in Florida. Along with Arizona, Florida is one of the hardest hit economies in the country. The housing crash hit hard there after a long and robust boom period. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Construction sites stood empty. Neighborhoods of newly paved streets housing just a single model home were becoming prevalent across the state. What struck me wasn't that this economy was struggling so much. This downturn should have been expected after the price of housing rose to extremes the past few years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249022099050365362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SNhFyeASgbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XCG3E3tq27E/s200/st+pete+beach.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Instead what stuck in my mind was that people were leaving the state, some for the first time in their lives, because of economic hardship. Those who left are making dramatic choices to change the lives of their family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am a HUGE advocate of following the path that is right for you, of striking out on your own and taking chances to find the career and life that is best for you. In the years that I have stood behind this position I have always felt that taking the risk was worth it in the long run. I have frustrated friends over the years by advocating such risk taking because I (as a single person) have always been willing to live with the consequences of taking such risks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NOW HOWEVER, I feel like I should temper my own beliefs. With the economy in turmoil risks may be devastating. I'm not willing to do a complete turn about and suggest that we should all stay where we are and follow the safe path. Right now I'm not sure there is a safe path.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What I am saying is that if turning 30 is adding one more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stressor&lt;/span&gt; to your life, if an upcoming birthday is making you vacillate between taking risks and staying put, it is okay to stay put. Right now the economic upheaval of our country seems to be growing not leveling out. If you have a fallback, a career or skill that may be safer than your dream job - you are not hurting yourself by deciding to hold off for a while. Your dream job will be more likely to be waiting for you when things turn around. Now is not the time to let the stress or fear of getting older push you to make a drastic change that you or your family may not be ready for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The most positive thing I can suggest is that like the waves in the photos, the Earth keeps on moving, the economy goes up and down (or in and out to sea) and the next wave is following right behind. For now feel comfortable with staying put if you can; you can catch the next one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-7353945006419619334?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/7353945006419619334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=7353945006419619334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/7353945006419619334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/7353945006419619334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2008/09/options-and-fallbacks.html' title='Options and Fallbacks'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SNhFyGjnblI/AAAAAAAAAEM/871P8OFvwCw/s72-c/St+pete+beach+waves.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-2641702350042642526</id><published>2008-09-20T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T18:24:43.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What path will you take?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SNhBwpYvR_I/AAAAAAAAADc/WGAyMbn177M/s1600-h/IMG_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249017669699454962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SNhBwpYvR_I/AAAAAAAAADc/WGAyMbn177M/s320/IMG_0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hiking while on vacation this week. Something about nature and breathing fresh air in the woods just gets me thinking. I don't know if it is getting away from my normal life that motivates me or just slowing down enough to listen to the constant conversation going on in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation sparked by a two hour trek through the woods to see some waterfalls sparked the completely logical thoughts about paths - those we take, those we avoid and those we stumble upon. With our life paths (as with a path through the woods) we all have choices about how we walk regardless of the path we find ourselves upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first photo you see is the clear path - the one with no obstructions. This path is clearly marked and leads you from point A to B with little trouble or obstruction. This path is also well worn by the many who've walked it before you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SNhBxnETVLI/AAAAAAAAADk/gmBhR0o75gs/s1600-h/IMG_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249017686256735410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SNhBxnETVLI/AAAAAAAAADk/gmBhR0o75gs/s320/IMG_0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then there is the the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stony&lt;/span&gt; path - slightly more treacherous than the clear path because you may come across stones and small hazards along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is often where the woman turning 30 finds herself. She may decide to pause and look at her life because society tells her that the birthday she is facing is a momentous one that should have weight. During this stop we can look at the stones we have passed. Were they large enough to see and avoid (if we were looking down instead of ahead)? Or were they small, almost unnoticeable inconveniences that we stepped over along the way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SNhBx95XRlI/AAAAAAAAADs/8XYoikjXY84/s1600-h/IMG_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249017692384872018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SNhBx95XRlI/AAAAAAAAADs/8XYoikjXY84/s320/IMG_0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SNhBx95XRlI/AAAAAAAAADs/8XYoikjXY84/s1600-h/IMG_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly more interesting is the path that takes us across our roots into a new area. Like the roots of a tree that become exposed when the soil around it has suffered from a drought or when the roots grow so large that they can no longer be contained in a single place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When looking back upon our first 30 years it may help to acknowledge our own root systems. Have they created the life that we enjoy? Or have they tied us to a path we no longer wish to tread?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SNhBy9hO7WI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Bobcqp_geKo/s1600-h/IMG_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249017709463530850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SNhBy9hO7WI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Bobcqp_geKo/s320/IMG_0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is of course another optional path. The bridge that crosses the water, the hardship and the hazards of life. This path may be seen as the one created by outsiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be convenient, easy even to follow this path, to stride across the bridge into medicine, law or teaching guided by a parent or mentor who seemed to know exactly where we should go in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from the bridge may be beautiful but we are protected by the rails and sturdy structure provided for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SNhByb8DLlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/fDA028XdoXo/s1600-h/IMG_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249017700449201746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SNhByb8DLlI/AAAAAAAAAD0/fDA028XdoXo/s320/IMG_0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I most often feel like this tree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Because throughout the path my life has taken, I have been able to rely upon the strong roots instilled in me by my family. But I have also had the opportunity to take the wild and twisting wanderings that sparked my interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When I am 80 or 90 I hope I can look upon my own hands and see them this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gnarled&lt;/span&gt; with arthritis and character. I hope that my skin is wrinkled and weathered by the interesting life that I will have led.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So now, at 30, is the time to look upon the path you have tread and the path you want to take in the future.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Start walking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-2641702350042642526?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/2641702350042642526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=2641702350042642526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/2641702350042642526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/2641702350042642526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-path-will-you-take.html' title='What path will you take?'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tEBnxl7PL-4/SNhBwpYvR_I/AAAAAAAAADc/WGAyMbn177M/s72-c/IMG_0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-2174474726048330422</id><published>2008-09-19T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T12:54:16.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry I've been gone - Be back tomorrow to catch up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-2174474726048330422?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/2174474726048330422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=2174474726048330422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/2174474726048330422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/2174474726048330422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2008/09/sorry-ive-been-gone-be-back-tomorrow-to.html' title='Sorry I&apos;ve been gone - Be back tomorrow to catch up'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-109476354489652190.post-6261901389288362239</id><published>2008-09-11T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T18:02:01.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Headed Home</title><content type='html'>Until this year I've always lived in the south where fall is a season that lasts anywhere from 2 day to 2 weeks. I'm used to the jump from summer to winter, no transition. Life tends to be that way for me as well - I just jump from one thing to another. I move around every few years because I get bored. I rarely, if ever, get attached to the places where I live. I don't tend to settle into a town or city. It just isn't my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I noticed that even though the daytime temperatures are still in the 80s (I'm living in Massachusetts this year), the mornings are a little chilly. A few leaves have flutter off the trees but not the full scale dump that is typical fall in Florida that I grew up with. My first exposure to living in a climate that experiences the change in season is that there's a sort of slow meander from one day to the next. It gradually gets cooler, a little at a time, early and late. In a month or two the days will be colder and the sun will be out less often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you probably knew this already. You know how the seasons change, why the change and heck, why the Northeast is vastly different than Florida in terms of climate. But I've discovered that knowing is different than experiencing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've experienced, this small shock to the system, has me itching to head home for a few days. I've been in need of a vacation for some time and I'm just getting around to it. So today, I'm headed home. To Orlando where the temperature is in the 90s, we've missed the threat of Hurricane Ike since it has sailed into the Gulf of Mexico (where it is becoming a threat to someone else, I know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been craving sweltering days when I can walk around in shorts and flop flops with my hair pulled back and not caring what I look like or if anyone notices me. I don't care much about these things the rest of the time either, but I feel like I should. So I end up feeling guilty about not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bothering&lt;/span&gt; with my hair, makeup or wardrobe half the time. The great thing about going home is that I just don't care what people think so I don't feel guilty. Once I'm in my comfort zone, I tune the rest out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returning home makes me feel like a reckless (and rebellious) teenager again. I do believe I will sit by the pool with a margarita in hand and watch the hot guys go by. Maybe I'll even head out to a club, you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I do know is that for the 5 days I am home, I won't think about work, responsibility or the books I'm writing. I won't think about my age, what turning 30 meant to me or what it might me to you. Instead I will have fun. I hope you can too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/109476354489652190-6261901389288362239?l=30-isnt-old.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/feeds/6261901389288362239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=109476354489652190&amp;postID=6261901389288362239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/6261901389288362239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/109476354489652190/posts/default/6261901389288362239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://30-isnt-old.blogspot.com/2008/09/headed-home.html' title='Headed Home'/><author><name>CMPetersen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01912058335676715333</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
