I actually haven’t added a goal in at least two years, but I just felt like I had to add this one.
I loved turning 30, since I was thoroughly ready to leave my 20s behind. And my 30th birthday was great, and things were full of promise.
Fast-forward five years: It’s been an up-and-down ride, but things seem to be going well for my family and me. However, over the course of the last few months, I’ve started to feel, well, old, and with 35 staring me down in the face, I’m feeling older still. It pains me that my best friend at my workplace is ten years younger than me, has almost no memory of the 1980s (I couldn’t tell if she was bragging or lamenting the fact that her husband doesn’t know who Boy George is), and generally makes me feel like a grumpy old codger in contrast.
So, I’ve added the goal as sort of a kick in the butt to myself to try to figure it out, so it ends up being a good experience, and 36, 37, 38, doesn’t get me down! I’d rather be the optimist and think more like a 30 year-old and less like a 40 year-old!

