Endings? Or Beginnings?

So today was my last day as a 30 year old, and I'll be officially "in my 30s" around 5:30 AM (I think). It's a curious time for me... full of questions and curiosities, a few "what ifs" and many "I wonders." I could post how excited I am to be moving forward, to be growing, blah, blah, blah... but I don't really feel that way. I'm not sad at all. I'm not thrilled, certainly. And I'm not exactly indifferent. It's likely that tomorrow will feel very much like today, and next week will feel like last week. Life just doesn't change overnight. You can usually see it coming if you're paying any attention at all.

Tonight, while making a very pathetic attempt to clean, I decided to toss out those pretty plants I bought for the deck. The 80-100 degree Baltimore June destroyed them, and although I'd kept them living for a good while, I finally gave up a few weeks ago. My schedule doesn't allow for watering three times a day, and I just couldn't do it anymore. I took the first one down and lobbed it over the side of the deck into the trash can without incident, but when I took down the second one, I noticed a curious white object among the dead branches. An egg. Yes, really. I've been eyeing it for awhile tonight, and it appears completely unfertilized, but I have to wonder if I destroyed its chances during one of my many waterings, or if the Baltimore heat was the culprit. I have no clue, although I strangely feel sad about it.

To dream of an egg promises that something new is about to happen in your life. Somehow... I don't think that translation carries over here.