Twenty-Eight was ...

Twenty-Eight started with a bang.  I celebrated my birthday at the Giants' game.  I found out about a week later my best friend was pregnant.  Two weeks after that she and her husband asked me to be their baby's godmother.  Two months later I started seriously dating my first boyfriend and quickly fell head over heels in love with him.   August through December had some hiccups, but was pretty amazing.

Then everything started to collapse.  My boyfriend told me he had been lying to me and broke up with me.  My mom was having medical problems.  I had to cancel my trip to spring training to go home for my mom's surgery.  People started dropping like flies at my office as we got busier and busier.   I started gaining weight again. January through May was rough.  But it did have one big bright spot, the birth of my godson.

In June, I'd had enough.  It was time to take some control back.  I refocused on my health and fitness.  I refocused on my own personal development.  I refocused on reflection and internal awareness.  I refocused on faith.  I refocused on finding myself again.  June and July were better.

I wish I could say 28 was great.  That was my slogan starting the year.  But I would not categorize this past year as great.  A learning experience, yes.  A rollercoaster, yes.  Sometimes hell on earth, yes.  A few times wonderful, yes.  But great, no.  28 was far from great.  I am not reluctant to let this year go as I have been in the past.  I say good riddance, it's on the better things.  I doubt I will ever forget this year, hard as I may try.  But as they say, what didn't kill me, made me stronger.

So I welcome 29 with open arms.  I am in the best shape of my life.  I know who my real friends are.  I have discovered my passion.  I have started to heal my heart.   I have big dreams for 29 ... so 29, it's time to shine!! :)