I’m sitting here in my apartment, listening to some of my favorite music (Rickie Lee Jones, right this second), watching the snow fall intermittently and thinking about the fact that another decade of my life is more or less over. It’s hard to focus on anything else.
This is not the post I was scheduled to write today. I’m supposed to be writing about a fun, new experiment I’m starting with Lucky Girl. But I just can’t. My head isn’t there. Maybe I’ll write a short post about it later.
I was born in 1970. May 1970. And so every time we get to the end of a decade, I feel like it’s the end of MY decade.
My 30s are over. Not really. I still have another 5 months until my birthday. But they’re essentially over. And you know what, I’m cool with that.
My 30s were a mixed bag but one thing they weren’t was boring. I accomplished a lot, professionally (in my old career). I’m not bragging. I know it’s true. And then I decided I wanted to change my life and I did. On my own. I have no idea how that’s all going to end up. I’ve really just begun down this path. But I know that I’m not sorry I did it. And that I’m excited about what the future (and my 40s) has in store for me.
And I fell in love. It didn’t work out and there were a lot of reasons for that. But I’m not sorry it happened. I gained something from the experience. And hopefully, I’ve learned something from it too.
I did some traveling, spent some time abroad, made some great friends and lost some people I loved. I wrote some stuff I was proud of, did some things I probably shouldn’t have and tried hard to create a life I could call my own.
With that all said I say goodbye to the old decade (so not loving the term, the aughts) and hello to the new decade. Let’s have some fun together.No tags for this post.