I take no pride in the following statement: the past several
months of my life have zipped past me in a psychotic frenzy. Months, days and single moments
blend together to create a foggy, but now distant memory of my first full
summer in Los Angeles. Concert tickets, expense reports and air mileage alone would
indicate a very fun-filled season, but I can’t seem to come to terms with how
quickly the time is passing. And really, with the loss of a once iron-fisted
control over my days, which has seemed to slip into a new season…
… In one week, I’ll start the ominous countdown of the six months leading up to my 30th birthday. This idea feel very dreadful - imagining all the things I thought I’d be, do, or see before parting ways with my beloved 20’s. I mean, we all have our list of milestones that we’d planned by 30. And perhaps mine had always been slightly less cliché, though if we’re honest, certainly marriage, an explosive career and a beautiful home with hardwood floors and tasteful décor found their way to the list. But more, 30 always felt like the age when all the juvenile uncertainty or insanity would have flushed its way through your system. By 30, you’d be clear on your life aspirations and purpose. You’d maybe have a dog, an MBA, a garden, a new fancy car and a solid hold on your retirement. You’d be an adult, officially; and it wouldn’t be scary.
… In one week, I’ll start the ominous countdown of the six months leading up to my 30th birthday. This idea feel very dreadful - imagining all the things I thought I’d be, do, or see before parting ways with my beloved 20’s. I mean, we all have our list of milestones that we’d planned by 30. And perhaps mine had always been slightly less cliché, though if we’re honest, certainly marriage, an explosive career and a beautiful home with hardwood floors and tasteful décor found their way to the list. But more, 30 always felt like the age when all the juvenile uncertainty or insanity would have flushed its way through your system. By 30, you’d be clear on your life aspirations and purpose. You’d maybe have a dog, an MBA, a garden, a new fancy car and a solid hold on your retirement. You’d be an adult, officially; and it wouldn’t be scary.
Yeah... well. Fast forward to today. Granted, my life projections have changed since I was a wee young Arkansas girl. But it’s safe to say a large majority of these things will not shake out as planned by 30.
If I could just manage to slow down time…
