Dailies

Nearing T-minus Zero

By Joy ⋅ May 16, 2008 ⋅  Email This Post ⋅  Print This Post ⋅ Post a comment

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I’ve just purchased a couple of tickets to the John Mayer concert in AZ this coming July 30. It’s a present to myself for my 30th. I just now realized that yes…July 30, for 30th. HAH. After purchasing the tickets, I agreed to answer Ticketmaster’s online survey. The last page asked for the age. There I was, just about to leave that age bracket ending in 29. It hits me. I’m turning 30.

When one of my best pals was turning 30 last year, she had all these craziness about her (hey P! haha) and for months prior her 30th, she was talking about turning 30, turning 30, turning 30. I didn’t get tired of it, I swear. I was amused. I got to thinking about how I will be on my last year in my 20’s.

It’s been a year of big changes, leaps, and risk-taking. Now, I’m still eager to make more.

Is it like that when you turn to a new decade in your life? I didn’t noticed that when I turned 20. The spurt. A compelling feeling of just moving forward. Feeling more alive. A triple dose of chutzpah on the rocks.

I sense days of lunacy coming. Wanting to get a pink tattoo…oh of all things! Did I mention my fear of needles? Travel to Italy and stuff myself silly with all the good food and experience a new place. More businesses. Hey, justing putting it out there for the world. You here me?! I’m coming with a speed of light. Meet me at the bar dear Thirty!