These Are My Confessions…

A while back I decided I was going to push the pace on my life, really kick it into high gear.  Put myself in situations that really pushed my comfort zone to the limit, and with that unreal idea in hand… 30 before 30 was born.  A list of 30 things I was going to do before I turned 30.  Then I posted it to this blog back on October 6, 2010 to keep me honest and focused.

Well, I turn 30 in just under two months and the scoreboard reads… 9/30 complete.

In theory this was a great idea but I was just waiting for things to happen on their own.  Hoping these scenarios would just come up like a carefully planned “reality” TV show. (Cause those things are never staged) Then I could write about how random and awesome my life is because I just let the universe take control. Except for the fact that you actually have to do things in order for things to happen.

So since I’m not one to quit… I’m going to up the ante, 10 more items, 10 more freaking years.

Now I just have to think of appropriate goals and actually take actions to make them possible.

My Time

I’ve come to this very interesting realization lately, at some point my life will seize to be mine.  I won’t have all this me time… endless hours upon hours to comb over interesting blogs and poetry in coffee shops while bobbing my head to Gary Clark Jr. I won’t be able to get lost in a good book in the park while drifting in and out of sleep.

I know I will eventually get married and I will eventually have kids, and by all accounts from the people I’ve talked to… you become the property of your children.  Now, first let me say there’s nothing wrong with that.  When that time comes I’ll clearly be ready for it and I will be ready to tackle it head on.  It will be the welcomed next stage of my life.

Till that time comes though I’ve decided to take on a little exercise.  For a couple hours a week I really own my time.  I say nothing, do nothing and I’m beholden to no one.  Only thing I am is grateful… grateful that I can shirk off anyone and everything with no real consequence.

So when I look back fondle on my late 20s and early 30s, I’ll remember I was already selfish and hoarded mass amounts of time. Which will be the catalyst I need to shrug off the pending “weight of it all” that is bearing down on me and go handle my bizznass!