Old Eggs

So there I was, standing on the corner waiting for the light to change on my way to work this morning. I glanced down at the back of the newspaper in my hand: "Egg Donors Needed! Ages 21-29". And it hit me like a ton of bricks: My eggs are OLD. They don't even want my eggs. Somehow my best child-bearing years passed me by and I didn't even notice!

This makes me a little sad and also feeling stupid. Am I ruining my chances for kids later in life by being selfish now?

This Blog is A Gift...

...to myself for my Thirtieth birthday.

Actually my gift to myself is this:

• Freedom from being afraid to go out on a limb with my career and my life.
• Freedom to live my life with intention. Every. Single. Day.
• Freedom to say what I feel. Being a people-pleasing Pisces doesn't allow much of that in the real world. :)

Welcome, my friends. I am SO looking forward to the journey!