I turned 30 yesterday, and several thoughts have bubbled to the surface:
· Not young, but not old...the age of 30 is unique because you’re no longer young, and no longer have the excuses of youth...however, you’re not quite “old” either; you’re “older” then a sizeable amount of people, but you’re probably “younger” than roughly the same portion.
· I slept in yesterday (10:30am), and refused all work options. What’s work? Work is 3 PT jobs, my own company and blog/vlog activities...the moment I awoke, I began drinking red wine; I think it was Argentinean. Breakfast was amazing, Valentine’s Day chocolate, a fat spliff and more red...come to think of it, that was lunch too.
· Spent all day with my dog Lincoln, while talking with friends and family via Facebook, txt msg, phone and Twitter...smoked bday trees with the rest of em. Pulled some sweet Strawberry Kush, and got ripped for most of the day; wattup Day, wattup Eastside Ninja, wattup Triple.
· I have a wonderful group of friends and family; they are Loyal, Considerate, and Supportive...I’m a lucky man, and a grateful person.
· 30 is an age where it’s difficult (for me) not to evaluate my decision-making. I’m old enough: to have experienced numerous crucial junctions, to have made several important “life decisions”...and now I’m old enough to experience the impact and ramifications of those choices. Practical knowledge adds a wisdom that theory can’t.
· I didn’t get any Birthday Cake this year...and I love Birthday Cake. Just gimme some lactaid, and I’m ready to get busy. I think I’ll buy myself something yummy and decadent.
· I was in bed last night by 1am. I didn’t go out drinking, no clubbing...Lincoln and I packed up and headed over to Lindsay’s place (my Girlfriend). Lincoln loves sleeping-over at Lindsay’s; his idea of paradise- 3 blond female roommates, each one “good-to-go”. That’s my boy, I’m so proud of him...not sure if you noticed, but this whole “bullet-section” alluded to paternal instincts...
· I was up this morning at 8am. Felt increasingly motivated to do my dishes, walk the dog and organize the pad. Furthermore, I was compelled to cook a healthy dinner and map my thoughts/ideas (business & personal) out on paper. Today was a productive day. Whether this discipline will continue, that’s a good question...what new challenges will arise, and what choices will be made? Such inquiries shall be answered another day, and I’m cool with that...but that day is coming, and time waits for no one I know. In the meantime, I choose to focus on several issues: what needs to get done today, fortune vs fortunate, and investing in the future.
· Back to the grind. This time I’m a little wiser, a little more focused, and a little more patient...I’m young enough to relate to 20 year olds, and old enough to feel that 40 isn’t far...negotiating 30 is a blurry ordeal. The freedom and ability to relate with both young (20-29yrs old) and middle-aged (40ish yrs old) can leave an individual lost, in limbo, or can spur a push to one extreme or the other.
· Bottomline...time is fluid, and its passage is constant; however, I’m young enough to feel hopeful and energetic about the process.
