I’m not freaked out about turning 30.  Really.  At least, not in an “I’m getting SO OLD” kind of way.  Although, sometimes it feels that way when I’m in my pj’s before 9pm.  No, turning 30 is more about realizing how quickly time passes.  There just doesn’t seem to be any break in the monotony of daily life when you’re a grownup.  As a child/adolescent/young adult, there was always a new semester or school holiday that seemed to symbolize a constant cycle of beginnings and endings. Well, maybe not concrete beginnings and endings; more like milestones to commemorate a specific point in time.  Of course, there are still holidays and vacations, but what you lack as an adult is something to distinguish this year’s trip from last year’s.  I’ve found that now I tend to associate events with how old my nieces and nephew were at the time.  So, maybe the monotony is broken up when you have kids; maybe you begin to live through their milestones.  I am still able to place myself when I hear an old hit on the radio.  The song instantly takes me back to what was going on in my life when it came out.  I can tell you exactly what grade I was in until I graduated from college based on a song, but I admit that the years begin to blur after graduation.  Kanye’s “Gold Digger” was popular when I got married, as was Rascal Flatts’ “Bless the Broken Road;”  I remember listening to Taylor Swift’s debut album just after we moved into our first house.  So, maybe now I’m only able to place songs alongside life-changing events.  At any rate, the impending milestone of turning 30 is a gentle nudge to do those things that I’ve put away for “someday.”  Otherwise, someday could just turn into never.  Thus was born the bucket list – the 30-before-30 bucket list to be exact.  Honestly, I have come up with more than double  that, but I figure I’ll just save those for the next milestone.

First Bucket List item: Start a Blog. Check.