In less than a month now I will be hitting a bit of a milestone. I will be turning 30. I will have officially expanded my journey into four different decades. I'm not completely sure how I feel about this. It's a mixed bag -- part sadness, part eagerness, and part reluctance. When I first started thinking about the upcoming September 30 (it's my golden birthday this year, by the way) I began to feel anxious. 30?! But what have I done in 30 years? What have I accomplished? Aren't I still just a kid? Shouldn't I have a house, and kids, and a career? In your 20's it's common and perhaps even expected that you haven't done or do not have those things yet. 20's are all about transforming yourself into your adult skin, finding who you are outside of childhood, school, and parents. 30's are . . . well, aren't they . . . well, aren't you supposed to be who you are meant to be by then -- settled, stable, do...
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