I’m going to be honest with you guys, I really don’t have much to say about this outfit except that I have a very unhealthy obsession with stripes, I love mixing stripes with animal print and I think the yellow flats add a nice touch. Nothing overly fancy and nothing you guys haven’t seen before, so I thought I’d talk about something else.
If you’re interested in what I have to say, scroll down. If not, feel free to browse the images (leopard and stripes…do it), close me out and mosey on about your day.
In about three weeks, I turn 30. A “big milestone birthday” as my doctor kindly pointed out the other week. Then proceeded to ask me what my plans are, why I am not married and of course, what color mucous I was coughing up. ALL standard questions in my book.
I for one am very excited about turning 30—something that I don’t think I’ve ever really felt. Well, there was that time I was excited about turning 21, but really that’s because I could finally drink, legally. Even though 30 doesn’t bring with it any sort of legal-hype (like turning 16 – legally able to drive, 18 – able to see R-rated movies, 21 – able to drink, 25 – able to say that you’re a quarter century old) it does bring on the Crap! I’m turning 30. I can’t even begin to tell you guys how many times this phrase has gone through my head – during traffic, in the midst of downward dog, watching Britney Spears’s 2001 “I’m A Slave For You” VMA performance, brushing my teeth during the two minutes my electronic Sonic Care spinbrush gives me…I could go on and on (and yes, I live a very riveting life).
It’s not because I was so in love with my 20s that I want to continue living in them or the fact that I haven’t completed even half of what I set out to do on my 30 Before 30 list. I still have three weeks to work on that list so I’m pretty sure I’ll get through a few more items. (Though, I doubt the whole getting a tattoo thing is going to work out – too much of a commitment for me, right now). It really just comes down to the fact that I’m turning 30…it’s kind of a big deal.
Do I feel a bit unaccomplished? Yeah, but I also felt unaccomplished at 21 when I couldn’t even get a B in my Astronomy for non-majors class. Are there things I wish I had done that I didn’t do? Yes, I really wish I had gone to somewhere cool like Thailand.
However, now that I think about it, did I not graduate? Why yes, I did. With a Bachelors and Masters. Boom! Did I not go to London? Yes, I did. Does the island of Thailand still exist? Yes, it does – as do planes so maybe I can figure something out.
I made a lot of mistakes in my 20s and didn’t take enough chances. I wish there were times that I had worked harder, been more adventurous and a bit less of a hermit.
Now as I approach the last few weeks of them, it’s bittersweet. I’m so ready to move on but up until recently a tiny part of me was still holding on to them because I wish I had done just a bit more plus I had so many good memories. In the end, I do not regret anything – everything that I have done or will do is for a reason. My 30s are not going to be perfect. I’ll make mistakes but if my 20s have taught me anything – that’s the point. I’m here to learn and do the things I never quite got around to doing in the last 10 years.
Yeah, I think I’m ready to hold hands with another decade now.
With that I leave you with a quote from my favorite author…
“Meaning is not important, said the BFG. I cannot be right all the time. Quite often I is left instead of right.” – Roald Dahl, The BFG.
…and there’s nothing wrong with that.