I'll turn 30 this Friday. I know that it's supposed to be a milestone and evoke all kinds of zeal for accomplishing things before it happens. But it really just feels pretty regular. I didn't have any "thirty before 30" aspirations. I would have an extremely difficult time thinking up "eight before 30". I just have no vision, I guess. When I see others travel photos, skydiving, snorkeling, etc. etc. I don't imagine myself there.
We didn't grow up being provoked or inspired to dream big (or small) or have goals for our future. We were properly fed, sheltered and clothed (as well as any 80's early 90's kid could've been clothed) but the challenge to be or do anything was not brought. We were pretty much the Connor family. Roseanne was like watchin home videos. Remember that Godzilla that was on the table behind the couch? Yeah, that was our house. Just workin class tacky, all the way. Maybe that's why I have an affinity for crocheted blankets and using toys for decor......
At least Homer the cat brought me an early birthday present.
P.S. I came back and cut out a whole paragraph that was pessimistic and even this "P.S." has been revamped after I posted this. I think I made a good 30 year old decision.