so far, 30 feels alot like..... well, 30

It's just a number, it's just a number, it's just a number!
I have to tell myself that over and over.
I had a slight panic attack last weekend when I realized that I'm really not where I wanted to be at age 30. I was lying to myself when I said that I didn't care about turning 30 and had no plans and goals that needed fulfilling. HA! Yes, I know it's just a number, but I had some plans that have failed miserably-- namely job and house.
I am not in my "forever" home. Not even close. I've got house plans from 10 years ago that are waiting patiently in a file folder for the day I can lay them out in front of an architect and say "build me this!". I've been waiting not so patiently.
Lately, I've been thinking a lot about what I want to be when I "grow up".  To bad, I'm supposed to be grown up right now. Updating my resume is the only thing that's keeping me from actively looking for another job. Not because I'm unhappy where I'm at, but because there's no opportunity for advancement where I am and I'd like position with more responsibility. I've been told once that my position would be changing and the deadline for that transition has been and past.... with no change in my duties. *sigh. So, that's what's gotten me thinking more about a career change. Well, that and a milestone birthday.
I better start digging around the backyard for a hidden buried treasure.....