I want to be too cool for a post like this. Like I’m so above it and CARPE DIEM YOLO over here that turning 30 doesn’t even register on my meter of worthy thoughts. But the truth is that it does. It falls right between “oh my gosh, do I have enough k-cups to get through the week” and “oh my gosh, am I doing anything important with my life at all?”
So you know… towards the middle of my priority list.
I have to be careful with making lists like this because I’m a chronic obsessor over future things. I’ve always been very good at telling you what my life should look like in the eventual Nirvana of Someday. But now? Well who cares about NOW? Now doesn’t matter. Now is just something I have to slog through until I get to that eventual serenity and wholeness of self.
I actually made a 30-Before-30 list when I was a freshman in college. I found it last year, crumpled beneath a stack of half-filled moleskines.
I was amazed by how many things I’d crossed off the list:
Of course, I never planned for the following things to be on there:
Looking back, it’s possible the experiences on the second list made me more of who I am today (a person I mostly like most of the time) than the experiences on the first aspirational list.
Takeaway Lesson For You: Make no plans in life, just run around making terrible decisions because that’s what’s going to make your life interesting when you eventually succumb to the inevitability of death!
No, no, wait, that’s not what I meant to say. Life is wonderful and amazing and full of light and wonder.
Shit. Not that either. Maybe I don’t mean to say anything at all, other than life is weird and fascinating and messy and annoying and mostly uninteresting until it’s passed you by and you look back with weird nostalgia and think “aww! I would give anything to trade my current misery for that past misery!”
Back to the Now. The NOW in which I write this post (which could have been months ago, for all you know—I’m sneaky like that). Right now, I’m not even sure I’m going to make it to my 30th birthday (which is April 26th 2016 BTW, send gifts and also never forget Cherynobyl) because we can never really be sure of anything, right? So I’m going to try and not even think about what life should look like at that point. Instead, I will focus on what my life should look like right now.
So Here’s the rest of my 30 Before 30 List:
And to take myself mildly serious for a minute/CARPE YOLO:
I’ve got a few months left, you guys. There’s no telling what I might accomplish with that much Netflix streaming capacity and wine-metabolizing potential. I hope you’ll stick around for the ride.
Do you have a bucket list for any portion of your life? What is the most important thing you want to accomplish before you die? How does your life stack up against the plans you had for it?
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