Yup, you read that right. In six months, I’m turning thirty.
I’m in good company, of course. The Countdown-to-Thirty group includes Tyler Hoechlin (Derek Hale, Teen Wolf), Ksenia Solo (Mackenzie “Kenzi” Malikov, Lost Girl) and our local beauty Bea Alonzo (y’all, her real name is Phylbert Fagestrom. That is the most amazing name, I can’t even.)
But aside from being blindingly gorgeous (ahem-hem), I have nothing in common with Tyler, Ksenia and Bea. They’re all accomplished actors who have been places and met people and soaked up the adoration of their fans for years. They deserve it too- they’ve worked hard for what they have, and I hope they’re happy with their success, and I’ll light a candle in hopes that they have so much more to come but-
-what about me?
I don’t know that these candles will be any help to me…
I’m like Teflon, nothing sticks to me– or should I say, I don’t stick to anything. I couldn’t stick to a course in college, and I couldn’t stick with a job, which is why I’m perpetually at ground level. I don’t like making life-changing decisions, so they end up happening to me anyway, and even if I don’t like how they work out, it’s my fault and I have to live with it. Sometimes, I think I’m scared of life and all its possibilities, and that’s not okay because I already regret so much as it is.
So I’d like to be able to look back on my thirty years and feel good about it. I’m in a bit of a bind time-wise, so there’s not going to be any really ambitious notions like ‘Climb Mount Everest’ or ‘Tour Ireland’ on this list, and I can’t be throwing money around willy-nilly, so these goals have to be on the cheaper side but still good. And of course, I have to actually do them.