My birth

So....today is the day. The first of my thirties. I think I am ok with it. Last night, not so much. It hit me hard. Like a ton of bricks. The last day, last night, of my twenties. That decade is young. It is youth. I felt as though I hadn't done enough, hadn't done everything I wanted to. I mean, I guess finishing college, two masters degrees, moving to london, getting a great paying job in my field, buying a house and starting a creative business is not considered 'enough". I realize that sounds rediculous--don't worry. I realize that I have high standards for myself, and this is good. But I think I will let myself off the hook for a little while. I have a feeling that my thirties are going to look pretty good. If these first few hours are any indication, I think I am going to feel a lot more free. I had so many deadlines on myself before, but I honestly have never thought what these next 10 years should look like, and I don't think I am going to. Lets just see what happens. I think it's gonna be good.