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nozenfordaddyThere are some things that you know - intellectually - are bound to happen to you, but you never really believe that they will. The end of those carefree, over indulging, binge drinking halcyon days of your twenties is one of them.
Sounds so final: The End. Like it should be printed on my forehead in large letters the day I turn thirty.
Thirty is the new measure of 'adult' these days, isn’t it? Did they change that when forty became the new thirty? I feel like I should have everything figured out, but I don't. Do we ever? I know what, where, and in general who I want to be when I grow up. As for the how and why, I’m still working on that.
So I started a list. I like lists. I make them and frequently misplace at least one list a day. They're ordered, they're structured and darn it they're useful. I have one year from today to plan for The End. One year to figure out what being an adult means before I have to be one.
My list started out being realistic and goal oriented, in other words: BORING. As I read through it I realized that this list wasn't going to change my life in any meaningful way. This list was my life. This list was the what not the why that I'm looking for. And besides who cares if I manage to eat more fiber, except me and maybe my colon.
So the list was scrapped and a new list begun, an interesting list, a life changing list, a list where at the end I should be able to look in the mirror and say I know that girl in there, I like her and yeah… she's an adult.
I want thirty to be a beginning instead of The End, new life, new world, new me. I want to get off my ass and live and feel like the adventure is just beginning.
Because it is. Take risks. Dream large, and small. Live. Make a list.
Sounds so final: The End. Like it should be printed on my forehead in large letters the day I turn thirty.
Thirty is the new measure of 'adult' these days, isn’t it? Did they change that when forty became the new thirty? I feel like I should have everything figured out, but I don't. Do we ever? I know what, where, and in general who I want to be when I grow up. As for the how and why, I’m still working on that.
So I started a list. I like lists. I make them and frequently misplace at least one list a day. They're ordered, they're structured and darn it they're useful. I have one year from today to plan for The End. One year to figure out what being an adult means before I have to be one.
My list started out being realistic and goal oriented, in other words: BORING. As I read through it I realized that this list wasn't going to change my life in any meaningful way. This list was my life. This list was the what not the why that I'm looking for. And besides who cares if I manage to eat more fiber, except me and maybe my colon.
So the list was scrapped and a new list begun, an interesting list, a life changing list, a list where at the end I should be able to look in the mirror and say I know that girl in there, I like her and yeah… she's an adult.
I want thirty to be a beginning instead of The End, new life, new world, new me. I want to get off my ass and live and feel like the adventure is just beginning.
Because it is. Take risks. Dream large, and small. Live. Make a list.
