by Megan Bauer

Created on: June 03, 2009

Sunlight filtered through my bedroom casting lazy streaks of yellow over my face. My eyes

blinked and I stretched my arms out feeling blissfully content after a great night of sleep. I sat upright and rubbed my hands over my eyes trying to wake up. Then I remembered. Tomorrow I would be thirty years old. A grimace touched my face and I threw myself back onto the pillows groaning. Never again would I be able to mark the survey age as 25-29 years. I was in a whole new age group and I had the bags under my eyes to prove it.

Staring up at my ceiling I let my thoughts trickle back to my younger times when I was carefree and irresponsible. I remembered my college days when I drank too much but still managed to make it to class on time. I remembered my first serious boyfriend, Gabe, and how we use to idle the weekends away in our dorm rooms watching movies and snuggling together on the ratty futon I took from my parents' house when I moved away. Friends who came and went flitted through my mind and I smiled remembering all of the fun we had.

Now, those days were gone and, while I still had my freedoms, I knew that I could no longer behave like an adolescent. Every day I felt the oppressive weight of responsibility weighing on my shoulders. I had a great job as a wedding planner, brought in a good income, had friends and a sometimes string of men but I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more out there for me. I was about to be thirty and I had no children, no boyfriend and no real prospects of anything in that area changing any time soon.

Sighing, I sat back up in the bed. It was time to lose the self pity and get on with the day.

Pushing myself out of bed, I slipped on my favorite fuzzy slippers and padded into the kitchen. God bless the automatic coffee maker. The smell of java assailed my senses as I grabbed my favorite coffee mug from the cabinet and walked towards the pot to pour a cup.

It was Friday and I had requested the day off so I could wallow in depression before my

birthday. I had nothing planned today so I decided to read the morning paper. After I placed a death grip on my coffee mug, I grabbed the paper from my porch, and I settled into my comfy chair in the living room and began to read. Flipping through the sections, I found the society pages. My breath caught in my throat and tears burned my eyes as I read the headline.

Epsen-Morris Top Lawyer Engaged to Social Debutante Cissy

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