I turned 30 this week and was tempted to write a post like, “30 things I’ve learned in 30 years” or “Oh sh*t, I’m old” or something like that. I could however not get down to write anything I thought would be worth reading (or writing for that matter).
To be honest, the whole idea of turning 30 has been a bit underwhelming. I expected a bit more. More emotion, more excitement, more wisdom, more adventure, more change, more. (Don’t get me wrong, being in New York City on you birthday is more than you could ask for, but this was more coincidence than “because of”).
Life surprisingly goes on pretty much the same as the day before or after the birthday. I even feel stupid writing that because it should not be regarded as a significant thought. Things go on. Like they always do. Unless something changes.
And that is the thought that seems much more simple than it is. Things can change. More importantly, you can change. You can change things.
By choosing what I do, what I value, what I prioritize and focus on, I decide what I want to change. 30 does not change anything. I do.