Italian Resturant in Chicago
It is 4 months before my 30th birthday. I like aging. Really, I do (so far so good). I like it because I get further away from the mistakes I made in the past.
However 30 feels different. It feels like it's got clout. It feels like before turning 30 I need to be able to "back it up". As a little girl, and even a younger woman I had grand aspirations for 30. I imagined like most little girls:
- a perfect husband (insert gorgeous, successful sweetheart here)
- perfect children (insert well-mannered, healthy, green-eyed darlings here)
- a perfect career (insert paid well for my hard work as a drama therapist here)
- a well-kempt green-lawn (insert manicured grass here)
- and a mortgage (insert huge bill for charming bungalow in a nice part of the city here)
- I rent a 2 bedroom apartment
- If I was a drinker, my job is the kind of job to drive you to it (actually it would drive you well past "drink" and straight to "drunk")
- I don't even have a pet.
The New 30
- Forgive myself for my 20's (and hope that others forgive me)
- Learn how to make my great-grandmother's cinnamon rolls & my mama's sugar cookies
- Finish 3 books on my upcoming "staycation"
- Finish paying off debt
- Quit taking everything personally
- Forget about preconceptions about what I should have "accomplished" by 30.
- Quit counting my divorce as my own personal failure
- Quit "keeping score" "taking data" on myself
- Go to the Rivermarket grocery
- Look for a new(er) vehicle & save downpayment
- Talk to my boss about a raise
- Keep in better touch with my grandparents (1 letter per month)
title courtesy of JayZ - 30 something