In three months I am going to be thirty. That’s right this Southern Belle is turning the Big Three-O. That dreaded word! The age that at one point in my life I thought was old. Now at 29 it’s just another number and 60 is old. I’m going to embrace 30; my motto is going to be “Flirty Thirty”. Are there things I would change about my life? Yes. Are there things I would do or say differently? Yes. Are there people I have met along the way that I would give up? No. I have a lot of great people in my life that I can’t imagine my life without. Am I where I thought I would be by the time I was 30? Of course not, far from it. I was going to be married to a NASCAR driver and own my own magazine, not single still and working at a job that really has no room for growth. North Carolina was going to be my home not Kentucky still. I was going to be rich not living paycheck to paycheck. For 32 weekends a year I was going to be in a different state every week. Not sitting at home waiting for my next vacation to get out-of-town. My weeks were going to be spent at charity events and photo shoots not at home board out of my mind. My winters were going to include fun in the sun and sand not snow and cold. I was going to live my life at 200 miles per hour not 20 miles per hour. When you are 19 going on 20 you are filled with dreams and wild ideas. When you are 29 going on 30 you are filled with reality and a hope for a better tomorrow.