This is it, the thirtieth birthday. I am as full of, wait-I’m-not-twenty-something-anymore angst as a lot of people when it comes to this milestone birthday. I remember saying, as a child, “on 9-9-09, I’ll be 30,” and I thought that was the coolest thing ever. And now that the day has come, well, I still think that’s pretty cool.
Recently, I started writing goals every year at my birthday time. The day of your birth seems, to me, to be as good a time as any to think about evolving and think about re-birth. This year is no different, except this time, one of my goals was to have the list written by my birthday itself, instead of spending time throughout the year trying to define what the goals are. The goals are meant to be a positive thing, not a source of stress or worry or obligation. So, this years list is here.
A lot of my friends have said to me of the thirties decade that it is a great one, and that this is a time when they started to really feel comfortable in their skin. I like that. With that, I started to think about the things that are really important to me and really thinking about what things are central to my identity. By my identity, I am thinking about the way that I define myself. At the bottom of that question lies creativity. I need to be actively creative/creating like a car needs its oil changes.
So, I have decided to dedicate this year, in large part to developing my own creativity. I have structured the goals, in part around this. For this year, this blog will also be dedicated to the creativity. I think it is, in part. All of the cooking, this involves planning and making something from one’s own hands. But there are so many other areas where creativity can be fed and nourished so that it can blossom. Parenthood and work are two areas that come to mind.
My first challenge this month is to post for 30 consecutive days, now that I have hit the big 3-0. The adventure starts here.