Yesterday should have been my birthday. It was supposed to be. Almost 25 years ago I was expected to make an appearance on September 30, which would have meant sharing my birthday with my older brother. Luckily for both of us (who wants to share a birthday? Honestly - bad planning parentals and don't think I haven't realised it's exactly 9 months from New Years Eve) I dug my little claws into that womb lining and hung on for another week. This is great news, and not only because it means I get a birthday to myself. It's also great because it means I have a full week before I officially hit a quarter of a century and the downward slide into late 20s begins.
I'm not exactly where I would have imagined myself ten years ago. In many ways I'm better off (love the job, friends, boyfriend etc) and I'm generally a lot happier than I was ten years ago. But in other ways there are things I wish I'd done that I haven't. I haven't, for instance, written the awesome novel I assumed I would have churned out before now. I also haven't managed to acquire much in the way of physical assets. Unless you count my ridiculously expensive couch. Which I sort of do. I suppose, like most stupid kids, I assumed I would have a much better idea about how things worked and what I wanted to do with myself by now. Of course I don't and, with the gift of hindsight, it seems pretty fucking stupid to have expected that sort of wisdom by now.
But anyway, the real point of this post is because I'm going to use the next week extremely constructively to create some kind of awesome list of Things to Do Before I'm Thirty. Clearly, having five years up my sleeve, this might sound like a bit of wankery but I actuallly think this sort of thing works. I'm a big fan of lists - I love making them, crossing things off them and revising them when I realise I've been way optimistic, foolhardy or delusional. So, please, all suggestions are welcome. So far I've got Have Novel Published and Service The Car... No Really on the list and that's about it. What do you reckon?
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There is nothing better than a list. Nothing better than crossing something off a list, and certainly nothing better than knowing wholeheartedly that it has been achieved.
I suggest going to St Petersberg and meeting my cousin who runs a casino there. I only just realised he existed, my family having kept that fact from me, and I think that everyone should have Russian mobster casino-toting cousin.
Give me time and I shall be there too...
Ahh that actually should be on my list. I have always wanted to go to St Petersberg. If you've only just realised this cousin exists I could surely get away with posing as yet another long lost cousin...
Ok, I'm about to turn 35. Ick right? If I could say anything for you to put on that list it's all the fun/immature/childish things you've had an inkling of doing. Ever wanted a tattoo? Now is probably the time. I'd feel ridiculous getting a tramp stamp these days. Ever wanted to have a streak of pink in your hair. I did, never did it and well now it's just too damn late. Oh, and when you turn 30 make sure you're in another country. I spent 30 in Cancun. What happens in Mexico stays in Mexico.....My thing is all b-days ending in 0 equal a vacation. All birthdays ending in 5 equal kick ass party. I'm headed to see Kid Rock on my day. When I turned 25 we got the band at the bar so wild and crazy they got fired. It was great. It's a great age, being 25. You get the respect of an adult but still feel fun and hip. :)
Well I have been thinking about getting my nose repierced because I did love the little bugger and mourned the day I fucked up and let it close over but... there are complications. My main concern tattoo-wise is that I think about what I would have had tattooed onto myself ten years ago and shudder to think what I might think of any tattoo-related choices I make now when I'm 35...
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