In my 30s, it's no longer a question of when my masterminded plans will pan out -- but whether I actually want the things I penned into my five-year plans, and if so, what I'm willing to give up to get them.
Today I turn 39. Wow, where did the time fly? I swear I was just 19 and home from college to celebrate my birthday. Or, wasn't I just 30, walking in the door to my surprise party? It's a cliché, but the days are long and the years are fast.