Today I turn thirty.
I have to say, I've never been so excited about a birthday before! From what I understand, this is an unusual thing for a woman. But let's be real: I've never been very... usual. I'm excited because I have a whole new decade to start fresh with. A shiny new stretch of life that is already shaping up to QUITE an adventure! I'm also given to understand that when one hits the thirty year mark, the number of sh*ts that one gives drops to zero. I cant tell you HOW EXCITED I am about this! I, as every other woman in the world has done, have often put ffaaaarrrr too much stock in what others think. Of me. Of my life. Of my career. Of my decisions. Of my body. All of it. One of the things that I've noticed, leading up to this magnificent day, is that this unicorn of a gift has become more and more of a reality. I find that I'm able to properly place the thoughts and perceived judgement of others in it's proper place. I can't possibly explain how completely liberating this is! I'm excited, I'm ready to use this gift for good and live the best possible life I can without fear of what others think. I don't think I'm totally there yet, but I'm so close!
So, while I have high hopes, I've also got a few things that are at the top of my "get it together girl" list. Here are a few that I've committed to really take on this year:
I remember spending hours... DAYS writing. I would turn on my music and just let go and write. I want to get back to that place. I've been working on my novel for two years now. I'll often find myself in a fit of inspiration that is inevitably interrupted prematurely by... you know... life... and I can't seem to find my way back to that place again. No longer. This, my 30th year, will be the year I FINALLY get back to writing with regularity. Not just articles. Well, some articles, let's be honest, a gal has to have a house fund. Nay. I'll be writing stories. STORIES. Writing with heart. This time, writing as an adult. With set blocks of time set aside for me to crank out my work whether I feel like it or not, because in the end, writing is work. Hard work. My REAL work. The work my soul cries out for. So, by God, I'm going to write!
I miss my camera dearly. This year I want to make a concerted effort to get back into the creative space that photography fills for me. To do so, I'm going to start a new project: at least one photo a day. Doesn't have to be overly composed (I'd like it to have thought put into it though) but it does have to document my life this year. I've got some big things coming up and I don't want to miss them, I want to be able to look back at these photos and remember a year that was really transformational. I'm excited about photography, that feels good after such a long dry spell. Oh yeah, and I'm going to purchase my DAMN camera. Jeez, a year without a rig has been stupid. So much money spent on rented rigs. So many missed opportunities to shoot! However, a better understanding of what I want out of my gear, so that's a plus. So. Buying new gear and jumping back in with both feet.
Movement & Food
I've been really neglecting my yoga practice and I can really tell a difference. I'm carrying my stress in my shoulders again which has a nasty effect on my comfort, sleep and ability to really focus. I've also pushed into running. Nothing else. No strength training, no HIIT, nothing. I've set aside my birthday money to purchase a block of PureBarre classes to get me back into that glorious state of perpetual soreness that makes one feel like their working on something useful. Taking time to focus on my health this year is my highest priority. My career is going REALLY well and I'm excited for what's going on in the rest of my life, so it's time to focus on the internal. Upping my exercise and food game are my top priority. No overly weird diets, no obsessive focus on weight or anything like that. Just a very real focus on lifestyle changes that I can implement for P and I and sustain.
THIS DAMN BLOG.
Jaaeesus. I've had such great intentions here and then I just... get tired and watch TV. How lame is that? I want to write real things. Not overly curated posts that sit in my draft queue and feel like hell to birth. Real things, real life. Messy and painful and disorganized and endlessly fascinating. That's what will be here. What do you all think? Sound like a plan?
How about you? Are you 30? What did you love most about your 30th year? If you're not, are you excited about it? I am. I'm sticking with the optimism too. We've adopted a new motto around here: Good Vibes Only. You know what? I think 30 is going to be an awesome year. I can feel it! Stick around, I think it'll be a fun ride :D