tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12799849214226678392007-08-21T13:20:01.616-04:00Larry HanebergBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1279984921422667839.post-25802062147362143462007-08-16T08:27:00.000-04:002007-08-16T08:29:40.307-04:00I never use to think of age as defining a person. That is until my 30th birthday began to appear on the horizon and rapidly approach. And as some of you are reading this you are probably thinking- what’s the big deal, 30 is still young. There is a small part of me agrees with you and in the grand scheme of life, you’re probably right. However, a much bigger part of me is having a hard time swallowing the simple fact that my twenties are gone and will become a part of my distant past.<br />Our society has taught us that our 20s are the prime age of youth. And mine are near their end. And as my 30th birthday approaches, I find myself thinking back to my "youth" and wondering how I became the person I am today. Sometimes I don’t even recognize my own refection in the mirror. I’ve been thinking about decisions made in the past, wondering what life would be like today if I had chosen another road or path to follow. Am I what I expected myself and my life to be at this age?<br />Writing/blogging about my personal journey towards "finding myself" is not going to be easy. So please be gentle in your comments! And let the journey begin…ReneeS