Well, it’s official: I’m thirty.
My twenties went out with a bang this past weekend with lots of laughter, good food, strong drinks, and great company. Happy birthday to me!
To be honest, it wasn’t as dramatic as I expected. I didn’t freak out. I didn’t wake up feeling like a completely different person. I guess entering a new decade only sounds like a big deal.
So… did I accomplish everything I set out to do in the past 90 days? Nope.
Did I get a little bit closer to figuring out what I want my life to look like in the next 30+ years? Absolutely.
I had some adventures, practiced my French, got inspired, made some decent art, made some bad art, read a few great books (A Tale of Two Cities… check!), met some fantastic new people and spent time with the people I care about the most. And I got real with myself about what I really want.
It doesn’t stop here. There will always be ups and downs, setbacks and surprises, but I’m going to keep pushing myself to try and design the life I’ve always wanted. And of course, I’ll keep blogging along the way.
Maybe I was wrong about getting older… I have a feeling 30 could be my best year yet.
My twenties went out with a bang this past weekend with lots of laughter, good food, strong drinks, and great company. Happy birthday to me!
To be honest, it wasn’t as dramatic as I expected. I didn’t freak out. I didn’t wake up feeling like a completely different person. I guess entering a new decade only sounds like a big deal.
So… did I accomplish everything I set out to do in the past 90 days? Nope.
Did I get a little bit closer to figuring out what I want my life to look like in the next 30+ years? Absolutely.
I had some adventures, practiced my French, got inspired, made some decent art, made some bad art, read a few great books (A Tale of Two Cities… check!), met some fantastic new people and spent time with the people I care about the most. And I got real with myself about what I really want.
It doesn’t stop here. There will always be ups and downs, setbacks and surprises, but I’m going to keep pushing myself to try and design the life I’ve always wanted. And of course, I’ll keep blogging along the way.
Maybe I was wrong about getting older… I have a feeling 30 could be my best year yet.