I have always wanted to be 30.
I chuckle whenever I see “13 Going On 30” because I can so relate to that burning desire to be older {not to mention her life as a child of the 80s}.
When I was 12, I wanted to be 16.
When I hit 16, I wanted to be 21.
When I reached 21, I wanted to be 25.
When I landed on 25…a funny thing happened: I was, for the very first time…delighted to be 25.
And I think 30, and the 30s in general, will be a fantabulous age.
“Thirty…flirty…and thriving!”
I think 30 is sexy. {Is that weird?}
I just do. It’s old enough to have considerable life-experience under your belt, providing you with a healthy portion of wisdom, confidence and maturity {or at least the opportunity to attain it}, while still be young enough to grab life by the horns and accomplish great things …with spunk {not that you’re ever too old to accomplish life-altering, world-changing things!}.
I think 30 is solid.
Want to know something really strange? {If you say no, feel free to hit the little red ‘x’ in the upper, right hand corner of this page…I won’t mind. Or know}… I can’t wait to get my first wrinkle.
I think wrinkles are a sign of a life well lived. Unless of course they’re from a life drowned in heavy drinking and smoking…but those wrinkles are different {and easily identified as such}. I’m talking delicate lines that embrace your eyes and mouth…you know the ones. The gentle imprints of a life swollen with laughter and radiant expression.
{But I’m, uh…unique…like that. And I’m sure I’ll be sending my {wrinkly} self hate-mail in a few years when I look back on this post and wonder if I was smoking Mary Wanna while I typed}
I think 30 is going to rock!
And being the goal-oriented, type A, recovering-control-freak that I am…there are things I’ve always wanted to accomplish before reaching this landmark age.
Some more basic and fundamental {like getting married and having children} than others {which are more personal or goal oriented}.
So with 30 still lingering several months out {which gives me ample time to get my butt in gear}, I decided it would be a good time to take stock and make a plan. But a pretty plan, of course.
Here’s where things stand at this point:
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Marry my best friend{so blessed!} -
Produce beautiful loin-fruit{we’re thrilled with 2, thank you} - Learn how to use my sewing machine…and actually create something
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Launch my own business - Deepen & strengthen my relationship with my Creator, and pursue Him with passion, consistently!
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Go on a Caribbean cruise{thank you honeymoon} - Get into the habit of writing a letter/card every week
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Fly in a hot air balloon - Become a better manager of my time {create a schedule that works}
- Go ice-skating on a pond with my husband
- Make healthy eating a lifestyle {get rid of the junk!}
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Bungee jumpoff a bridge{world’s highest would be rad} -
Journal {blog} consistently - Become a better lover to my husband {consistently, creatively knock his socks off!}
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Go on a wine tour in South Africa - Create an authentic, fun sense of style {and get out on my jammies more}
- Purge, simplify & organize my whole house
- Write a column for a magazine or newspaper
- Become a better listener and friend
- Get into the best shape of my life
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Grow and enjoy my own vegetables - Get more creative with my kids & get them out and about more often {museum, library, zoo, etc.}
eat my own vegetables- Implement weekly meal planning
- Go on another cruise {indulgent, I know…but my husband “owes” it to me for surviving his 19 weeks of police academy as a single mom}
- Do more public speaking {and maybe attend a conference to improve presentation & creativity}
- Read more consistently {and not just collect books}
- Organize & use coupons more consistently
- Learn to love cooking & get creative with it
- Create a budget…and stick to it!
What think you?
Any goals and aspirations in the works for your next big bash?
You know what “they” say {who are “they” anyway?}…
if you fail to plan, you plan to fail.
