My life is like a country song.

My birthday was yesterday. I'm 33 years young. I'm happy. I'm getting healthy.

And I'm seriously starting to FREAK OUT!!!!

I was supposed to have 2.5 kids, a husband and a yellow house with white trim and a white picket fence right now.

But I don't.

Instead, I work at an office job that I COULD hate, but don't. Only on Mondays do I allow myself the freedom to be grumpy. I laugh at the accounting acronyms and find myself staring at the bank deposits wondering why MY name isn't K&H Printing.

I live with my parents. Yup. That's right. I'm 33 years old and I'm LIVING AT HOME! So much for the white picket fence. Well, at least a white picket fence that I could paint purple because it's MINE!

And love? humph. guess i'd better get out there and do that speed dating thing. Cause love is definitely not knocking.

But you know what?

For the first time in my life I am passionate about WHO I am. Not what I am doing or where I am working or who my ROOMMATES are! (Hi Dad!)

I feel as though 33 is my breaking out year. I feel great that I am finally figuring out who I am, what I stand for, and what makes me happy. My health has improved and I feel it emanating from my being. When I feel good physically, it's amazing how I feel better emotionally and spiritually as well. I am soooo blessed to have friends that love me despite my faults, and I am working on my faith and growing in my love for God.

So maybe that's a country song. But that's my story and I'm sticking to it.