Four weeks to the day I will be 30 years young.
Thirty years of happy memories, sad memories, the challenges, the drama, and of course, the travelling.
November 11 will be the next phase… Oh seriously that sounds like complete bullshit and from those stupid-arse Hallmark cards that people get every year.
It’s a birthday, I am not having a lobotomy!
My life is not over, the ticking clock of whatever is nowhere in sight, and I am not thinking of what is happening next year… I am thinking of what is happening now.
I guess the only thing that is bothering me is … well actually nothing. I had to think about that.
I tried to think about what (if any) was my issue with turning 30 and nothing. When I was 21, I always assumed by the time I turned 30, I would have achieved everything.
Life doesn’t work that way – thank god!
How boring would the next 40 years be if I achieved everything by 30!
I am actually looking forward to spending my birthday with my boy, my friends, some good food and good wine; and that’s enough for me.
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