i thought that turning 30 this year would bother me, but it really hasn’t. i joke that i’m in a foul mood about it, but really i’m more in a foul mood about the way work has been going rather than about my impending milestone birthday. maybe because work is so unsatisfactory right now, my 30th birthday is no big deal in comparison. i’ve been so worn out from work and so focused on training for this half marathon that i’ve barely even reflected on my birthday.
i guess that my biggest regret is that i promised myself that i’d work hard and be published by the time i was 30. i let another summer slip by without writing much of anything. i really need to pursue this dream, but i’m always filled with so many excuses. check out this article about excuses:
i’m posting this more because i need to refer back to these points often, but maybe it’ll help motivate you to kick the most common excuses that hold people back. i wish every day that writing was my career, yet i don’t do anything about it. well, i’ll be 30 for the next 12 months, so maybe i can still accomplish that dream. and i suppose that if all i regret is that one thing, then my life is pretty good. so here i embark on my 30th year on this earth, and my wish is that i find the motivation and creative ability to leave a small but lasting impression through the written word on this world before i leave it.