A film called '35' kind of resonated with me. You can watch it below, but it's about doing what you love and refusing to grow up.
And it hit me. I'm 27 years old and am I living for what I love? What am I living and working toward?
So, in a moment of panic, I decided to create a list. A list of things to work for and towards. Thirty things I wanted to do before I turn 30. The list started off fairly strong...
- Run the Cinco De Mayo 10K
- Run the Labor 8 Miler
- Take a lay-on-the-beach-all-day vacation
- Donate to Locks of Love
- Redo the floors in the house
- Learn how to really drive stick
- Learn how to use the sewing machine
I had two drastically different reactions to my short list. 1) Wow, my life must be awesome if I have so few goals I need to meet. 2) Wow, I must be lazy and boring if I have so few goals.
You know, in a weird way, both reasons are quite motivating. I have so few things I need to accomplish so why aren't I spending more time working toward them? If I really got off my ass, I could probably do all of these things in the next six months.
And so I'm going to stop writing for now, move some laundry to the dryer, and get off my ass.