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[love-shannon-feight-blog]

The Pathway to 30

To a twenty-something year old, 30 is the end. It is the first time you’re not looking forward to turning an age. For the most part, it is about comparing yourself to people before you.

At the point of 30, your emerging adulthood is over and you really have no excuse not to grow up.

And if you do have an excuse, it is a pathetic one. I know – I’m 27 years old, single, no kids, and career-less (not jobless).

I can’t remember when the notion of 30 became so terrifying – like you cannot accomplish your dream after this unbearable age. Like at 30, you are supposed to have your whole life figure out – at least mapped out. Why is a number so scary? As per usual, I like to blame society – but that is most likely because I do not like taking responsibility for subconscious, incontrollable, and irrational fears (like clowns, thank you Stephen King).

30 is a mindset, not a lifestyle.

People have told me that their 30’s have been the best time of their life. Why can’t I simply accept that sense of logic? Testifying evidence of true experiences. Because I am not like others – as unoriginal as that may sound. I know. I’d also like to point at that a thought like this is easier said than experienced.

No matter what, that ticking time bomb – that sandy hour glass is going to drain to nothing.

And at the strike of midnight I will turn into that high wasted, crotch-riding-jean looking woman with the unkempt hair, unmarried, with a thousand unusual animals.

I’d like to point out – that this description sounds pretty glorious to me.

But the age problem that concerns me more is what I WON’T be able to do anymore. Like at the snap of a finger, I am unable to do things of someone who is twenty-something. No more pub crawls or sleepovers, no more having your mom make a doctor’s appointments or being consistently late to work by fifteen minutes, no more spontaneity or adventure, no more life change, earth moving, passionate, blissfully magical moments….. all gone in a blink of an eye.

And as someone who has an irrational fear of an age, I’m doing what every person with a fear does – avoid until life threatening.

Instead of overcoming the fear, I have put my energy and time into accomplishing significant tasks and moments until I enviably must bite the bullet and cease existing as we know it (I lean bit towards the dramatic side, but who cares).  

And what better to also do, but by drag your best friends into the insane mission. My two best friends, Donna and Shannon (yes, one of my best friends share the same name), have created a ’30 Things to do Before 30’ list. And we are spending the next three (some of us four – aka Shannon) crossing these goals off.

90 things to do and nearly all of them different – the count down to 30 has begun.

[laughinggypsy]

Happily Ever After

I toyed with the thought before that my nights in are so pathetic and with the same speed the idea had come, so did the realisation that it’s been a long time since I was this at peace. So maybe the nights out I’ve had were just not really me. I’ve had a ball but even being single and nearly thirty surely doesn’t mean I have to be in a bar every murky weekend. I figure, the right guy for me is somewhere around me, who I’m not clear.. I do have my suspicions. The only thing I really want is to fall in love as a pair. No despair or maybe lots of it. Letting go and being there. Not like the storybooks, I’m not a daydreamer for a man. Just someone to understand me and I him. So I’m sticking to my nights in.