This morning I looked at the 30 Before 30 list I made for myself last year, and I just had to laugh. I accomplished exactly two of the things on the list (rebranding and moving into our new house). It was just one of those things that I kept saying – I’ll have time for that stuff in a couple weeks/months, but then they never happened. Going over the list this morning, it wasn’t even something I felt upset over. I’ve had a lot of awesome adventures over the last year. They weren’t the adventures that I carefully wrote down and thought I’d plan for, but they were still pretty fantastic. And in six days I leave for Australia… so there’s that. Australia wasn’t on my list last year – it seemed unfathomable to me – but here we are. I’m beginning to think the unplanned adventures are more fun than the planned ones.
My emotions have been all over the place in the last 24 hours. It’s not that I feel old or anything like that, it’s just jarring how quickly time has passed. Thirty. How can I possibly be thirty. I remember when my parents were thirty. Adults are thirty. I don’t feel like one of those.
Do you remember when you were little and everything just seemed to stretch out forever in front of you? A week seemed like a significant amount of time. And now a week… what’s a week? A week is nothing. A week is the blink of an eye. I wish I could slow things down again. It’s all just going too fast.
My 20s were pretty great. I moved to New York City; did a fair bit of world traveling; started a business; got married to a wonderful man; made some incredible friends who I suspect will be around for my 40th and 50th birthdays as well. If you asked me when I was twenty where I thought I’d be at thirty, there was no way I could have predicted any of this. So who knows what this decade will hold. Hopefully a lot more unplanned adventures.