I'm almost 30. Almost.
Thirty is my new number. It used to be twenty-five...by 25 I was going to be a grown-up. No more depending on Mommy or Daddy to save the day. My bills would be paid on time. I would be responsible, and strong and wise. I would take no crap from anyone, and I would speak my mind. I would know what I wanted to do, I would have goals and plans. I would be a big girl! Yeah, well...guess what!!! Twenty-five was not my number!! I remember being so disappointed at myself. I could hardly afford groceries most weeks. I didn't even have a good excuse (like having no money). We made enough, I just bought stupid stuff. It was not uncommon for me to drop $50-$60 bucks at the dollar store. Do you have much crap that is?! Then two weeks later I'd throw most of it out.
So now, it's 30. I think I'm pretty much there. I haven't borrowed money in a few years. That's not to say I don't OWE money still, but I haven't borrowed any more. My bills are caught up, some even have credits each month. I am working towards a better future for myself by finally doing what I want to do (doula!), my "real" job may suck but there's a light at the end of the tunnel. I've put (most) of my impulse shopping habits behind me. I'm still (mostly) broken up with Walmart. The dollarstore is strictly for doggie bags. I started actually trying on clothes first instead of buying them, realizing they don't fit and then never returning them. So I feel like I've made it. I'm a big girl BEFORE I turn 30!! YAY!! I'm still a work in progress but I'm getting better each day. I've been thinking a lot lately about my future plans. Like when I'm waaaaayyyyy old, say forty. I'll practically be childless (thank you teenage pregnancy!!) so I'll be free to roam. I need a bucket list....I don't want to live each day the same ol' way I've lived it for almost 30 years now. I've never really done many spontaneous things. I've haven't done much travelling. I don't really feel like I've live. Live for kids, yes. Lived for myself...no.
After my taste of freedom while in NYC, I realized how little I've really done and how much I want to do.
So here is a quick version on my newly created Bucket List....
Visit NYC- Visit NYC again
- Skydive – OMG, maybe?! I don’t know, seems terrifying.
- Cuddle with a tiger (maybe I’ll do this last?!) (and no, not Woods)
- Own a goat
- Eat lots of food in
Italy - Eat lots of food in
Greece - Swim with dolphins --- in a pool, not the ocean!!
- Try to get over my fear of oceans!
- Do a yoga practice outside, somewhere with a pretty view
- Learn to speak Spanish – Mucho Grassy-Ass
- Make a living doing something I love (working on that!)
- Visit as many states as possible (10 down, a bunch more to go)
- Fly in a helicopter
- Ride in a hot-air balloon
- Learn how to make GOOD gravy
- Get in the car, with a full tank of gas, and no plan and just go!
- Learn how to knit (properly)
- Have a proper date with my husband, where he actually opens doors and pulls out my chair, and doesn’t wear a hat. (Notice I put this right in the middle to see if he actually reads these posts like he says he does)
- Go for bike ride on a bike with one of those cute little baskets on the front
- Volunteer at an orphanage
- Find a pen pal, and actually write on a piece of paper…with a pen!! OMG!
- Write a children’s book
- Have a “Trash the Dress” photo shoot….if/when I ever fit into it again. L
- Paint a room from start to finish without making a mess or getting pissed off at the paint.
- Make a scrap book of all the kids school projects (this will obviously have to wait until I have all 12 years worth of stuff)
- Run for some kind of political office and lay out all my scandals before my opponents can.
- Be a foster parent
- Go a full week without computer, TV, or phones…maybe even a month.
- Build a dream home.
I hope I get to share some of these with my children before they rush off to medical school. I also hope I get to experience some on my own. I look forward to seeing what this next decade brings me. Forty will be my next new number...
(Stupid side note...I always thought 40 was spelled fourty...but spell check AND the internet is saying forty....that looks dumb to me, so I'm adding #31...get Websters to edit their dictionaries to make Forty be Fourty)
(Stupid side note...I always thought 40 was spelled fourty...but spell check AND the internet is saying forty....that looks dumb to me, so I'm adding #31...get Websters to edit their dictionaries to make Forty be Fourty)
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