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November 20, 2007

Becoming Thirty

Today is my last day to be 29.  The last day of my 20s.

My 20s. In the last decade, I have met and worked for Hillary Clinton, I have gained and lost the same pesky 15 pounds, I have held more than six different jobs, I have been in love three times and married my best friend and man of my dreams, I have made friends with professors, bankers, interns, and rogues, I have traveled to Great Britain twice, I have lived in the Snow Belt and on the beach, I have adopted three cats, I have lost and found my way to God, I have raised money and lost money, and along the way, I have written about 1,000 pages of ... stuff.

I've been bravely telling everyone (not really everyone, only those nosy enough to ask how I feel about turning 30) that I'm better at 30 than I ever was at 20-anything.

I like to think that's true. But in reality, I think I'm still me, much the same as I was at 20-everything. The real difference, I think, is that I have found my voice and I am becoming the writer I've always been.

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Becoming Left-Handed

  • The moment my best friend of 6 years and boyfriend of exactly 365 days slipped a diamond ring on my finger in late 2006, my world changed. When the ring went to the jeweler for a fitting a few days later, my left hand suddenly felt naked without a ring that hadn't even been mine for a week!

    Throughout the next 13 months, the process of transitioning from independent single girl to committed wife literally felt, at times, like switching from right- to left-handed.

    Our wedding day was the happiest of my life. This blog tells my story of getting to that day. I hope you find part of your story here, too.

    Marti Bledsoe Post, married October 13, 2007