Ten years ago, I turned thirty. In my first year as a 30-something in New York, terrorists attacked the country, I co-founded a business, and Dad tried to kill someone again.<\/p>\n
I moved to New York City in the fall of 2000. I knew one person. I entered my thirties to little fanfare. After finishing the work day as a legal assistant, I enjoyed a few drinks with co-workers\u00a0at the Rink Bar, the outdoor restaurant\u00a0in Rockefeller Center that serves as the infamous ice skating rink during cooler months.<\/p>\n Afterwards, I headed home to Queens on the N train where a tiny Latino man assaulted me under my skirt. His height topped out at my waist, at best*; an excellent access point if you’re prone to fingering slightly buzzed women on public transit. Being from Texas and new to the city, I sized up my assailant and chose fight over flight. I ran after him freely spewing vile curses and threats to his life while wearing my 3.5 inch heels.\u00a0I was double his size with a fury in my eyes.<\/p>\n He looked positively terrorized that I’d given chase.<\/p>\n The strangers around me looked positively terrorized that I’d used such vile language.<\/p>\n In his desperate attempt to escape, he pushed people aside and jumped a turnstile, losing me.**<\/p>\n A decade has passed and the goals I’ve accomplished and wildest dreams that have come true are too numerous to count. I’ve pinched myself silly. I ain’t dreamin’. I blinked and now I’m forty. The next ten years has a lot to live up to. I mean, in my thirties,\u00a0Erik Estrada was involved<\/a>. Twice.<\/a><\/p>\n Still in New York City, I\u00a0know more than one person now, but again celebrated a milestone of life with little fanfare. I’ve never been the birthday bash type. I guess I prefer producing fun for other people. But it was very special and spent with my favorite people without assaults by any miniature men.<\/p>\n I don’t know much, but I do that in\u00a0my first year as a 40-something, I will celebrate five years of marriage, my memoir will be published and Dad will be up for parole.<\/p>\n The rest is a mystery. And isn’t that the most thrilling and frightening thing ever?<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n