While wrapping Timothy’s birthday gifts for the end of March (I obsess over birthday gifts, and always start early), it suddenly dawned on me that I turn thirty in just a couple short years. Lots of internet blogging friends and role models have started (or finished!) their “thirty before thirty” bucket-lists. I have so much I’d like to accomplish before I hit the big three-oh, so I thought it might be nice to take a stab at the list, myself.
- Learn to drive.
- Get my license.
- Move in with T.
- Grad school?
- If grad school does not pan out, take some graduate level courses on audit. Yes, for fun. I am a nerd, and I miss writing papers.
- Make surfing a regular part of summer routine. Stand up. Conquer fear.
- Produce art on a regular basis. Finish pieces.
- Have artwork shown.
- Learn to make a couple recipes fantastically.
- Get a library card.
- Go up in hot air balloon.
- Get my tattoo.
- Give blood.
- Hike the local mountains.
- Go camping.
- Visit Redwood National Park.
- Dip my toes in the Pacific Ocean.
- Purchase a quality pair of leather knee boots.
- Take a yoga class.
- Build something.
- Learn to knit.
- Get health insurance. (!?)
- Clean out my belongings from Dad’s house, sell/donate what I don’t need.
- Try a restaurant’s tasting menu.
- Replace the “basics” (tanks, tees, leggings, socks) in my wardrobe with ethically produced/environment-friendly versions, and build a quality lingerie collection.
- [So Far Secret Career/Business Plan]
- [So Far TOP Secret Creative Culinary For-Fun Project]
- [So Far Secret Personal Art Goal]
Some of these things are for fun, some are a bit more serious, and some are just things I simply haven’t done yet. Goals 28-30 are plans I am currently keeping quiet except for in real-life (number 29 is ridiculous!). A lot of these are things I will accomplish possibly as soon as this summer.
I rather like the idea of turning thirty. I’m confident that the next few years will be lovely for me, no matter what happens. I am in a good place. I guess when I was younger, I thought I’d have my life a little more, you know, together by now. I think my definition of “together” may have changed since then.
Also, I am pretty sure I thought twenty-five was old. Ha.
I’ll post progress updates occasionally!
PS. My tenth high school reunion is this summer. I am going to go home to Hardwick Vermont and cling to my best lady friends (one got married over the summer with a ginger-haired baby soon due, one is in law school for fun, one is a teacher/guidance counselor who frequently travels to London). Nota Bene: graduating class of approximately seventy, union school.