April 5, 2007 marked my 30th birthday. Despite all my efforts to call it “the one-year anniversary of my 29th birthday” instead - I’ve decided to face the truth. I’m 30.

There’s this strange stigma with leaving your 20’s. You’re not “a kid” anymore, that’s for sure. You’re expected to have achieved certain goals and milestones in your life. You should be in a solid career, with a family and kids, owning your own home, that sort of thing.

Well, I’m none of the above. I’m single (I often joke that I’m “terminally single - like cancer”), never been married or even came close to it, no kids or even came close to it, and I own my own business that I just started in Oct. 2005 which has absolutely NOTHING to do with what I went to college for (to be a zookeeper). I’m currently living with my father and two greyhounds.

I have goals and dreams. I’ve set deadlines for myself. It might seem pretentious, or that I’m trying to bend myself into society’s standards, but honestly - these are all MY standards.

Life is too easy before 30. It’s time to grab hold and make some changes.

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