Earlier this year, I was sitting on my bed, thinking about the future. In just over thirteen months I'll be 30. For some reason, this is a pretty big number for a lot of people, just as is 40, 50, etc.

And I was thinking, "What have I done with my life?"

Well, I have a great husband, a beautiful son, a great dog and cat, some really fine friends and wonderful family. I'm healthy, and thin and healthy (okay -- this was this summer, but aren't I supposed to be a poochy at month 6? :)), and have a rich life. So there's challenges we're dealing with. So what? We will make it through and we will be better for it.

I have a degree and beyond in a field I love. I experienced it, enjoyed it, learned from it, and then had a son.

I have a great house. It needs some work, but it's a good home.

I have a great life.

But what else did I want?

By 30 I wanted:

-- To have another baby.

-- To have published at least one story.

-- To be a better wife and mother.

-- To be a better "homemaker" (at a loss for a better term).

-- To spend time with some old religious writing and working on interpretation, etc.

-- To work on a foreign language (Latin at this point).

-- To continue to be healthy.

Well, here it is, I'm not 29, and I have another baby coming, I've published the story, I'm a better "homemaker" (domestic goddess?), spent some time with the religious texts, have spent some time with Latin, and am pretty healthy.

So what's next?