This is the last year of my 30s.  I've said it before, but it bears repeating.  I have LOVED my 30s.  20s were ok, but there is the struggle to get married, get through school, get a job, get a house, get another job and get a house or two and make a family.  All with little money and no sleep.  After busting my rump through my 20s though, it has led to more comfortable 30s with it's own set of challenges.  I'll get all introspective next year when I turn 40.

This past year has been pretty darn good.  I'm the controller at my company, have a great boss, a loving wife, three healthy little girls and nice house and time to sit around writing journal entries.  I have a good set of friends, a little coin in my pocket and drink in my cabinet.  I understand who I am, what is important and the difference between problems and inconveniences.  In a word, my life is blessed.

If you are reading this, you had a hand in getting me here and you are important to me.  I love you and thank you.

Now...where the hell's the whiskey?  I need to celebrate.