Dirty Thirty?

So on the 6th of June I hit the thirty mile marker, 30 years old and still kicking…well, barely. These past several weeks have been very reflective. I have gotten older and have realised that I’m a product of my decisions…not all great, not all bad but all my decisions. As the hour approached I felt anxious as well as a bit frustrated—my thoughts were “I’m going to be thirty soon. What have I done with my life? Who the hell cares that I’ve gotten older?”

Honestly those thoughts were taking their toll on me but as the hour approached I began to calm down—as the day progressed I had the answers to my questions, “You have done enough and the ones who matter care.” Being honest in my reflection and not too optimistic or pessimistic allowed me to fully appreciate where I am at this moment in life. I have lived, it hasn’t been perfect and it sure as hell hasn’t been horrible. My lift has definitely been enjoyable and I have encountered many intriguing characters along the way—and I have acquired some loving friends along the way as well. 

Life has it’s ups as well as it downs and it doesn’t always go as we hope…but that doesn’t make it any less awesome. And for any of you wondering, yes I am going to make sure when I get to 40 these negative feelings won’t exist…time to pull out that bucket list!