I know there is supposed to be something profound to say here…I just can’t figure out what it is. I kind of keep waiting for crisis to strike. You know…surely I should be taking stock and figuring out where I’ve gone wrong so far and all that. But I kind of do that all the time. Milestones need not apply.
So what now?
Well…I’m not sure. I still don’t feel much older than 18. The fact that I have a kid and have been married twice already seems rather insane. I have finished and published my first book but I have still never owned a car. I have been overseas a couple of times but my bucket list destinations have not yet been conquered.
Perhaps THAT is what I need to do. I should make a Bucket List. Because everyone is doing? Well, no, not because of that. Because it’s a good idea. And because the only goal I set for “before I turn 30” was the only one I achieved.
So perhaps there is a little bit of magic to be found in making these kinds of decisions. People keep telling us that there is something special about writing stuff down.
And I am, after all, a writer. Writing a Bucket List should be a breeze.
Here’s to the next ten years. May there be way less heartbreak than the last ten, and a lot more soul food. Every end brings with it a new beginning. I’m not sure if it’s age or luck…but I’m feeling pretty good about this one…