Re: Tricia, about 30 from JoAnn

[Guest guest]

Tricia Skiba wrote:

I had an all together different view of where my life would be at 30, and I think that's the part that's really bothering me. But then, I guess we all had different ideas about where life would take us.

Barb says in response: I agree, Tricia. I'm sure that there's not one of us here who thinks that this is what life our life would be like right, no matter what our age. I'd love to say that I'm immune from the woulda-coulda-shoulda kind of thinking, but I'm not. I really try, however, to catch myself when i get thinking in that kind of direction and give myself a big internal "STOP." Regrets, I have plenty. My life is, however, what it is and I know that it could be worse. In fact, there have been times when it was worse. Maybe we could all use an infusion of "what can I do today to make my life as it is seem better" and "what can I do to help someone else (knowing that sometimes that can make us feel better too)." No expert here, just mulling this through. Can you tell that I just got home from the doctor? Love -

Barb

JoAnn & Russ Ford wrote:

So Tricia, my friend, trust me and others that have had the "30" come and go, nothing changes, your face does not turn into a prune, your breasts do not fall to your waist, your bottom does not fall down to your knees and cellulite does not attack thighs on day of birthday.

Barb says in response: OK, I give up. My face did turn into a prune, my breasts did fall to my waist, my bottom did fall down to my knees, and cellulite began attacking my thighs on a daily basis to say nothing of just on my birthday. Did I do something wrong? And heck...let me tell you a thing or two about 40 and 50. Oy. Gonna take a nap. Love - Barbara (who was at the doc when you called, JoAnn. I hate that I have been missing your calls, but between doctor appointments and medication-induced narcolepsy, I'm a gonner. We need to hook up, girl.)

[Guest guest]

Tricia,

You know what I think is so funny about the 30th birthday is that when I turned 30 I was so depressed it was not funny, yet I was healthy and working and even was dating someone I eventually got engaged to. When I was 40 this year, I was sick with the RSD, had no money, and was no longer able to work, but it was a great day! It felt like I was somebody for the first time in my life. I cannot explain it, but it was the best birthday I have ever had! I also got my computer and can say that I met some of my closest friends I think I will ever have!! You see my point is that turning 30 is only what you make of it, just like turning 40 was for me. Make it a celebration of a new life, and do not even think about the RSD, think about the new friends you have made because of this RSD!!! LOL and Best Wishes to You!

DawnBARBARA TORREY wrote:

Tricia Skiba wrote:

I had an all together different view of where my life would be at 30, and I think that's the part that's really bothering me. But then, I guess we all had different ideas about where life would take us.

Barb says in response: I agree, Tricia. I'm sure that there's not one of us here who thinks that this is what life our life would be like right, no matter what our age. I'd love to say that I'm immune from the woulda-coulda-shoulda kind of thinking, but I'm not. I really try, however, to catch myself when i get thinking in that kind of direction and give myself a big internal "STOP." Regrets, I have plenty. My life is, however, what it is and I know that it could be worse. In fact, there have been times when it was worse. Maybe we could all use an infusion of "what can I do today to make my life as it is seem better" and "what can I do to help someone else (knowing that sometimes that can make us feel better too)." No expert here, just mulling this through. Can you tell that I just got home from the doctor? Love -

Barb

JoAnn & Russ Ford wrote:

So Tricia, my friend, trust me and others that have had the "30" come and go, nothing changes, your face does not turn into a prune, your breasts do not fall to your waist, your bottom does not fall down to your knees and cellulite does not attack thighs on day of birthday.

Barb says in response: OK, I give up. My face did turn into a prune, my breasts did fall to my waist, my bottom did fall down to my knees, and cellulite began attacking my thighs on a daily basis to say nothing of just on my birthday. Did I do something wrong? And heck...let me tell you a thing or two about 40 and 50. Oy. Gonna take a nap. Love - Barbara (who was at the doc when you called, JoAnn. I hate that I have been missing your calls, but between doctor appointments and medication-induced narcolepsy, I'm a gonner. We need to hook up, girl.)

[Guest guest]

Tricia,

You know what I think is so funny about the 30th birthday is that when I turned 30 I was so depressed it was not funny, yet I was healthy and working and even was dating someone I eventually got engaged to. When I was 40 this year, I was sick with the RSD, had no money, and was no longer able to work, but it was a great day! It felt like I was somebody for the first time in my life. I cannot explain it, but it was the best birthday I have ever had! I also got my computer and can say that I met some of my closest friends I think I will ever have!! You see my point is that turning 30 is only what you make of it, just like turning 40 was for me. Make it a celebration of a new life, and do not even think about the RSD, think about the new friends you have made because of this RSD!!! LOL and Best Wishes to You!

DawnBARBARA TORREY wrote:

Tricia Skiba wrote:

I had an all together different view of where my life would be at 30, and I think that's the part that's really bothering me. But then, I guess we all had different ideas about where life would take us.

Barb says in response: I agree, Tricia. I'm sure that there's not one of us here who thinks that this is what life our life would be like right, no matter what our age. I'd love to say that I'm immune from the woulda-coulda-shoulda kind of thinking, but I'm not. I really try, however, to catch myself when i get thinking in that kind of direction and give myself a big internal "STOP." Regrets, I have plenty. My life is, however, what it is and I know that it could be worse. In fact, there have been times when it was worse. Maybe we could all use an infusion of "what can I do today to make my life as it is seem better" and "what can I do to help someone else (knowing that sometimes that can make us feel better too)." No expert here, just mulling this through. Can you tell that I just got home from the doctor? Love -

Barb

JoAnn & Russ Ford wrote:

So Tricia, my friend, trust me and others that have had the "30" come and go, nothing changes, your face does not turn into a prune, your breasts do not fall to your waist, your bottom does not fall down to your knees and cellulite does not attack thighs on day of birthday.

Barb says in response: OK, I give up. My face did turn into a prune, my breasts did fall to my waist, my bottom did fall down to my knees, and cellulite began attacking my thighs on a daily basis to say nothing of just on my birthday. Did I do something wrong? And heck...let me tell you a thing or two about 40 and 50. Oy. Gonna take a nap. Love - Barbara (who was at the doc when you called, JoAnn. I hate that I have been missing your calls, but between doctor appointments and medication-induced narcolepsy, I'm a gonner. We need to hook up, girl.)

[Guest guest]

Tricia,

You know what I think is so funny about the 30th birthday is that when I turned 30 I was so depressed it was not funny, yet I was healthy and working and even was dating someone I eventually got engaged to. When I was 40 this year, I was sick with the RSD, had no money, and was no longer able to work, but it was a great day! It felt like I was somebody for the first time in my life. I cannot explain it, but it was the best birthday I have ever had! I also got my computer and can say that I met some of my closest friends I think I will ever have!! You see my point is that turning 30 is only what you make of it, just like turning 40 was for me. Make it a celebration of a new life, and do not even think about the RSD, think about the new friends you have made because of this RSD!!! LOL and Best Wishes to You!

DawnBARBARA TORREY wrote:

Tricia Skiba wrote:

I had an all together different view of where my life would be at 30, and I think that's the part that's really bothering me. But then, I guess we all had different ideas about where life would take us.

Barb says in response: I agree, Tricia. I'm sure that there's not one of us here who thinks that this is what life our life would be like right, no matter what our age. I'd love to say that I'm immune from the woulda-coulda-shoulda kind of thinking, but I'm not. I really try, however, to catch myself when i get thinking in that kind of direction and give myself a big internal "STOP." Regrets, I have plenty. My life is, however, what it is and I know that it could be worse. In fact, there have been times when it was worse. Maybe we could all use an infusion of "what can I do today to make my life as it is seem better" and "what can I do to help someone else (knowing that sometimes that can make us feel better too)." No expert here, just mulling this through. Can you tell that I just got home from the doctor? Love -

Barb

JoAnn & Russ Ford wrote:

So Tricia, my friend, trust me and others that have had the "30" come and go, nothing changes, your face does not turn into a prune, your breasts do not fall to your waist, your bottom does not fall down to your knees and cellulite does not attack thighs on day of birthday.

Barb says in response: OK, I give up. My face did turn into a prune, my breasts did fall to my waist, my bottom did fall down to my knees, and cellulite began attacking my thighs on a daily basis to say nothing of just on my birthday. Did I do something wrong? And heck...let me tell you a thing or two about 40 and 50. Oy. Gonna take a nap. Love - Barbara (who was at the doc when you called, JoAnn. I hate that I have been missing your calls, but between doctor appointments and medication-induced narcolepsy, I'm a gonner. We need to hook up, girl.)