When I was a little girl, “thirty” sounded ancient and mysterious. So did getting married and having a checking account and driving your very own car wherever you want. It must be amazing,<\/i> I thought, to be all grown up!<\/i> I couldn’t imagine life getting any better than that and I certainly couldn’t imagine getting any older.<\/p>\n
Throughout childhood and my younger adulthood, thirty sounded a lot less magical, but a lot more accomplished. I had a running list in my head of things I wanted to do by the time I turned 30. Places I wanted to go, people I thought I’d meet, accomplishments I was sure I’d have under my belt. If I don’t cross everything off the list by,<\/i> I thought, I’m a failure.<\/i><\/p>\n
Everyone I know who has seen their 30th birthday come and go, though, say that thirty is when it starts to get really good. So, during the weeks leading up to my birthday, I decided to make a new kind of list. The list of things I want to accomplish now that I’m older, wiser and braver. Here are some of them:<\/p>\n
– Make a book.<\/b> I say “make” instead of “write” because I’m not entirely sure what kind of book this will be. I just know that it’s stirring inside me.<\/p>\n
– Start a family.<\/b> I’ve already begun this by welcoming Rama into my life. This transformation is one of the most beautiful and fragile things about becoming engaged.<\/p>\n
– Take good care of my body.<\/b> I’ve been blessed with good health to this day, but I can’t rely on luck to stay healthy. I need to work at it.<\/p>\n
– Eat well.<\/b> And that doesn’t mean eat lavishly and luxuriously nor does it mean zero carbs or sugar. It does<\/i> mean eating my vegetables and cooking more than once a month.<\/p>\n
– Learn how to sew.<\/b> I am always saying “I could make that,” but I never ever do. Enough of that! I’m going to sew skirts and pillows and pouches once and for all.<\/p>\n
– Drive across the country.<\/b> I’ve always wanted to drive across the country. I’ve been up and down a lot of both coasts, and I can’t wait to see the middle.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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