By 30, you should and know...

I saw this list from American magazine, Glamour, and it resonated with me... so I wanted to share it.

It really did make me think about what I have done, where I have been, and who I have let into my life all before turning the tender age of 30 years young. 

By 30, you should have ... 

1. One old boyfriend you can imagine going back to and one who reminds you of how far you’ve come. 

2. A decent piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in your family. 

3. Something perfect to wear if the employer or man of your dreams wants to see you in an hour. 

4. A purse, a suitcase, and an umbrella you’re not ashamed to be seen carrying. 

5. A youth you’re content to move beyond. 

6. A past juicy enough that you’re looking forward to retelling it in your old age. 

7. The realization that you are actually going to have an old age -- and some money set aside to help fund it. 

8. An email address, a voice mailbox, and a bank account -- all of which nobody has access to but you. 

9. A résumé that is not even the slightest bit padded. 

10. One friend who always makes you laugh and one who lets you cry. 

11. A set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra. 

12. Something ridiculously expensive that you bought for yourself, just because you deserve it. 

13. The belief that you deserve it. 

14. A skin-care regimen, an exercise routine, and a plan for dealing with those few other facets of life that don’t get better after 30. 

15. A solid start on a satisfying career, a satisfying relationship, and all those other facets of life that do get better.

By 30, you should know ... 

1. How to fall in love without losing yourself. 

2. How you feel about having kids. 

3. How to quit a job, break up with a man, and confront a friend without ruining the friendship. 

4. When to try harder and when to walk away. 

5. How to kiss in a way that communicates perfectly what you would and wouldn’t like to happen next. 

6. The names of the secretary of state, your great-grandmothers, and the best tailor in town. 

7. How to live alone, even if you don’t like to. 

8. Where to go -- be it your best friend’s kitchen table or a yoga mat -- when your soul needs soothing. 

9. That you can’t change the length of your legs, the width of your hips, or the nature of your parents. 

10. That your childhood may not have been perfect, but it’s over. 

11. What you would and wouldn’t do for money or love. 

12. That nobody gets away with smoking, drinking, doing drugs, or not flossing for very long. 

13. Who you can trust, who you can’t, and why you shouldn’t take it personally. 

14. Not to apologize for something that isn’t your fault.

15. Why they say life begins at 30.

I wanted a holiday not a stint in hospital...

Man I wanted a break from work but I never asked for me to end up in a hospital.

I woke up on Monday feeling quite tired and sore like a flu was coming on... I decided to ignore those feelings and went into to work because I am a freak and feel guilty when I take time off work. Yes, I am aware that this thought is freaky.

I get to work and manage to draft an urgent document before I decide I can't keep my head up from slamming into the keyboard and head home.

The next two hours were spent sick and groaning from pain and fever.

I realised that something was wrong when i found myself lying on the cold tiles of my bathroom floor and didn't know how I got there.

It was quick call to my Dad and I was rushed through to the emergency ward and in the care of Canberra's best doctors and nurses.

I don't remember too much of the first hour as I was bloody crying mess and couldn't remember my own name ... luckily my dad was there to answer the questions.

I was finally transferred to the only bed available... the kids' ward and surrounded by children who were a lot tougher than me. Tough little kids. :-)

After five years, I was released and went home to my parents house for cuddles, warm food and hawk watching (my parents watched my every move while I was there... very cute and I was very thankful).

Anyway I am now safely sitting on my couch, with doona keeping my warm and soup made by my mum. I have been getting lots of concerned calls from my family, my boyfriend, and my friends. Its been lovely.

Still I wished for a holiday with a cocktail in my hand, not a drip in my arm.

I need a holiday!!!

I need a holiday so badly, its driving me crazy.

I was sitting at work today, bored off my a and trying to avoid using my brain in any form, and started to day dream about the warm sun on my shoulders while I was relaxing with a beer in my hand.

And it doesn’t help that Canberra is going through a cold snap and its only mid April and its cold. WTF!

I love winters in Canberra but in June… not April.

Lately, I have been struggling to find the energy to go into work and care.

My care factor is running low, if not, on zero.

I am running on fumes.

So it doesn’t help that I have started looking at travel websites and fantasying about places to visit.

Vietnam, New York, London, Tasmania, Whitsundays, somewhere where there is no internet, no newspapers, no TV… no technology.

That’s what I want. A place where I can switch off.

I have weekends but they are never long enough, and sometimes, I catch myself doing stuff related to my job on these weekends. It’s just the nature of the job.

I need a holiday where I escape and rest.

That’s what I need right now.

Happy chocolate, hot cross buns, sleep in, eat your weight in food Day!

Today for some people in the world its Easter Sunday.

For me, its like any day except I have a four day weekend.

I can sleep in. I can eat chocolate and hot cross buns.

And the best part is that I can chill lax.

That's the way it should be.

Every weekend should be four days of bliss.

Sadly, that's the not the case. Not too worry... there are things I can do about it.

Apply for jobs like there is no tomorrow. And walk/run as far as the eye can see so my arse doesn't grow any bigger.

I also spent the past two days surrounded by family, eating my weight in food and playing board games. That's pretty much how one should spend their time with their family; eat and playing balderdash! Nothing beats laughing like a hyena after you're mum tries to bullshit while keeping a straight face while tears roll down her cheeks (note, they were good tears, she was laughing at her own bullshit).

Anyway I just wanted to say Happy Chocolate Day to some, Happy Easter to the others, and Hey to everyone else.

Feedback forms for your exes?

Are friggin’ kidding me!

Today was a lazy day.

I did some housing cleaning.

I did some clothes washing.

And then I opened the page of Grazia Australia magazine and found an article on something quite stupid. The magazine profiled a website called www.wotwentwrong.com which gives lovers the chance to ask an ex to critique their relationship via a questionnaire.

A questionnaire!

How messed up is that!

Sick, sick, sick!

If you feel the need to go on to a website and prod an ex to fill out an online form as to why things ended, how do you think you are going to come off?

Will it not just magnify the fact that he/she is an ex for a reason?

Or worst, the ex must just realise that it was the thing they every did; i.e. dumping you.

What a cruel website.

It cannot exactly be good for your mental health.

The piece in the magazine had two columnists, one for the yes, the other against. The yes (i.e. who thought it was a good idea) actually advocated that you would benefit from a bit of honesty, and that an online form would save you from the awkwardness of saying it to someone’s face. How about not saying or asking anything at all! And this columnist was, surprisingly, a man!

The no – a female author – said not to lower yourself by asking your ex to identify all the things that made their skin crawl about you. She said, and I completely agree and cheer on, was to walk away with your head held high and that he wasn't ‘The One’ and that he didn’t deserve you. I know it’s a tad Oprah but it is true.

The questionnaire starts with how did it end? Did they not return your calls? Text message break up?

It then gives you a drop down menu with the words "confused" "please elaborate" "not that into me" "historical" "flippant"... this last one was quite sad. It followed with, I had a dream that we went out but surely that couldnt have happened because in my dream you stopped calling! What went wrong?? Help me out and let me know. Seriously, it would be nice to know. Pay it forward!

Oh dear god!

I usually don’t take these trashy magazines too seriously but when it advocates a website to pulling apart what went wrong in a relationship or worst what you did wrong in a relationship… who wins in the end?

Stupid trashy magazine!