I think it’s important to state from the beginning that 30 is not the end of the world. I am not at all nervous about reaching my later 20s (26 today!) nor am I nervous about entering into my 30s. This is just something I’m developing to keep myself honest, ambitious, always learning and always adventuring. A lot of this list is very much attainable before 30, while some of it are just life goals and a way to push myself. So here goes:
1) Sail overnight
2) Learn to ski
3) Visit Colorado
4) See Zac Brown Band in concert
5) Visit a national park
6) Take the GRE / GMAT
7) Apply to grad school
8) Visit Northwest America - specifically Washington State and Alaska
9) Go to Canada - I have YET to cross over the border North of us…it is time
10) Visit my family in the UK
11) Get out of CC debt
12) Get a hot stone massage
13) Attempt surfing
14) Learn to fly fish
15) Keep a plant alive for more than 1 year (green thumb doesn’t run in my family…should be interesting)
16) Run a 5k - I hate running, so 5k is very ambitious
17) Reach my goal weight - 15 lbs to go
18) Brew my own beer
19) Take a cooking class
20) Have (undisclosed) amount of money in my savings account for emergencies
Probably about 1 year and 3 days to be approximate, I promised my blog wouldn’t become too wedding-ed out. So far, I have done a pretty good job, I think. Well, here’s the thing… 1 year and 3 days ago, we didn’t have a date and realized it was likely going to be about 18 months away. Therefore, what was there to talk about, right?
My wedding dreams are taking over my head. I got 12 options for Save The Dates last night and Boo and I narrowed it down to 4 last night and 2 this AM. I dreamed about paper options. Last names. Addresses. All of which have been coming in pieces, which is entirely frustrating and frightening. I know it’s going to work out, but the pressure and stress that I normally put on me for every day things…. has kicked into FULL GEAR for this blessed event. I don’t want to make quick decisions, but I need to make decisions and all I am doing is spinning in my head.
Fuck being indecisive. Fuck it’s almost April. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I can still see a light up ring blinking in the kitchen from my bed with Jersey Shore marathon on TV. Wow, gurlfriend cannot handle da club. So much fun, but recovery time is pushing 12 hours. I miss college.
Don’t get me wrong, I love an excuse to drink. But the thought of binging on one night at a select number of bars in a rather large city makes my skin crawl.
Another perk to living in ATL…it’s 75 out and warm in the evenings, so not being crammed inside, but rather outside in the open with bands and friends sounds like a lot more fun. It’s still not 100% my bag, but why not. I can be festive.
While waiting for the light to change on the corner of Michigan Ave & Delaware,
she got up on her toes to give him a kiss. She had to really stretch to reach his lips.
A moment passed, and she did it again.
He then stepped down off of the curb..closing the gap between them by 6 inches or so. He leaned over slightly and gave her the biggest kiss back. They both smiled.
The walk sign illuminated, and they made their way across the street…hand in hand.
Good for them, I thought.
Good for them.
So recently I have realized more and more that my boo makes me a better person. I’ve always known that, as we have challenged each other to be better people since the day we met. Wayyy back in September of 2003. But one thing recently that he has been teaching me to do is to stop. Take a moment. 20 seconds. 10 seconds. Just to stop. It’s a challenge for me because I am always on a mission, even when I am not on a mission. It makes no sense, but that is who I am. He has been challenging me these few weeks to just stop. Take a few seconds to hug. To connect. It is entirely frustrating and sweet all at the same time.
I know I always act like I hate it or am frustrated by it. But those little moments have been helping me push through the day so I can get to the next little moment. So thanks Boo for doing that.
I don’t know about you guys, but my body clock was way off yesterday and even today due to this little time change. Who would have thought that one hour would make that big of a difference?
I even napped BOTH days this weekend and went to bed at my normal time and woke up in the dark. Well rested, finally. I have been on the go and in and out of town or with / without guests. It was nice to just have a little quiet time last night. A little BBQ, bluegrass and a tasty cocktail with my boo.
This Monday is off to a much better start than last week.