Happy Birthday to Me
Welcome to your thirties, me!
I am not sure if I can thank pop culture icons, like Carrie and all the Sex and the City girls, or all my older friends who have made the thirties look like something I want to be a part of, but I'm feeling pretty good about this milestone.
Turns out, and this won't shock anyone who knows me, when I was in my teens, I made a little road map of my life, set goals and went to work on achieving my vision. Here's the thing: the long term vision was what my life would look like when I turned 30. I'm there. I'm totally blessed, and I am certain that I have a guardian angel, because everything has gone according to plan. I am almost exactly who I had envisioned I would be fifteen years ago. Crazy and lucky, right?
But... the vision ended at 30. I don't know if I was expecting a zombie apocalypse at 30 years + one day or if I just expected to go into cruise control, but I have no goals for tomorrow. The great news is that I don't think cruise control is going to work for me. I need to feel productive; cruising sounds tiresome in its monotony.
So I have a lot of thinking to do. And a lot of questions to answer. Am I too young for a bucket list? What goes on said bucket list? Do I pay off the house or travel the world? And, with the three people I've added to my life, how can I even create a vision for the next decade when their actions can so easily shift it? Oh, and on that subject, have we officially shut down the S&S fun factory? Oh dear.
This girl is open to any and all suggestions. Please. I insist.