What's in a number?

Thank you to all my fans (read: fan) for your support after my first post earlier this week. I even have them (read: him) clamouring for more. So here it is.

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When I came up with this blog idea, I didn't really know where it would go or the subject matter. People write blogs about specific themes, ideas and passions, but I am taking a bit of a leap of faith that the journey to 30 will deliver enough interesting material along the way.

And then came my content producer, KV, posing a really interesting question. People over 30 always hearken back to the year they were 29. But what is it about 29? Was it actually that great a year in your life OR is it more of a nostalgia for your last gasp of your 20s.

Me? My gut tells me it's the latter, but I hope it's both. Not just because it will make this blog better if this turns out to be an incredible year, but because why they hell wouldn't I want an incredible year?

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So far the first week of being 29 has been incredibly busy. Work is nuts. Long and busy days. Productive, though. And I'm always up for a challenge. The weekends looking pretty enticing right now, though.

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"The Decision". LeBron made his big decision last week on ESPN. I now have my first big decision as a 29-year-old. I've been a member of the Beavers hockey organization for 6 years now. Ever since I moved back to Toronto from Montreal. I started off playing for the Beavers once a week (Thursday night). Then we started the Baby Beavers (Tuesday nights) and we've had that team for 4 years now. I even play for the BB Beavers on Sunday mornings now. Now, I might be leaving the Baby Beavers for the Wednesday night Moose. I have a meeting next week with the captain of the Moose as part of my recruitment tour. Where will I take my game? I will make my announcement right here on my blog. Stay tuned.

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Tonight I babysat my 11 week old nephew. I'm trying to convince him to write a blog about his journey from 12 to 13 weeks. He's at a funny age. He still doesn't really do anything, but he's super cute. He was really good for most of the night, but had his moments. And he puked on me. Twice. Didn't deter me from having kids, though. Still want 'em.

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Signs I'm approaching 30: Turned down going for a drink with colleagues to get home to make dinner for my cousin and babysit my nephew. Domesticated, ya!