Tomorrow I am turning 30. That doesn't really bother or intimidate me. It seems forever ago that I turned 20. Quite honestly I don't even remember it. However a closing decade invites oneself to take stock of the past ten years as well as recalibrate expectations of the ten yet to come.
In ten years I have finished college, started a career, switched careers, started a business, closed a business, gained weight, lost weight, discovered new hobbies and passions while growing out of others. I have an amazing family, a great girlfriend, am in a good financial position, and next week I am buying my first house. If I were running for President of my life, I would vote to reelect myself!
I don't particularly love my job but I don't disklike it. They treat me well, I like the hours, it is flexible, and the pay is decent. However I am not doing what I love. If I could make one change to my life and have one goal for the next ten years it would be to find a career that I am passionate about. Likely it would involve working with food or drinks.
I think I embraced my youth and my twenties, making the most out of it. I had a lot of fun, recklessly at times, and I think that is what bugs many people about switching decades... the thought that those days are behind you.
I'm not concerned about that, I still have fun, though I have found some different ways I enjoy being entertained. More so, I have come to a point where I am ready to trade a decade of 'youthful indiscretion' for the enjoyment of carving out my own niche in the adult world. Trading beer gardens for vegetable gardens, house parties for dinner parties, and setting aside money for retirement rather than cigarettes sounds like fun to me now.
Bring on my thirties!