So, this is my last full weekend in my 20s. How does one commemorate the end of a decade?
Well, I can say I ended my 20s with a bang. Literally. I rear-ended a parked car last week. It was my first real accident, so I suppose I cannot complain. Diction is very important. When someone says "just back up" that implies there is nothing at all behind you. Minor accidents in the past include love-tapping a parked car (I was a teenager, though), knocking off my side view mirror (I think I backed into a garbage can), and a deer hit my car. Yes, the deer ran into my car. I think the lesson here is that I need to look behind me in my 30s when I am in a moving vehicle. This is how wisdom is made.
There were, however, fun things I have accomplished this month. I went to Ostrich Land and touched ostriches and emus.
I also walked into a drive-in movie theatre. It was epic. (pun intended, since I saw the movie 'Epic')
I only start to feel old when I compare myself to younger people, so I've stopped doing that. My 20s were fun, but I don't want to go back. And if I do say so myself, I look much cuter now than I did in my early 20s. This trajectory will eventually end as I climb the upward hill of age, but I will always be beautiful in Christ ("it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God’s sight." 1 Peter 3:4).
As for my non-completed bucket list items, I will most likely have surfing lessons at the end of June during the Urban Life summer camp. Regarding reading my poetry at an open mic night, well...maybe I'll make everyone at my birthday party listen to my poem that will be published in June and call it good.
Perhaps turning 30 will hit me as I start telling people I am 30 years old. Maybe 31 will be hard, as 30 seems to have more bragging rights than 31. Or maybe once I'm settled into my 30s, like 35. Or maybe, just maybe, I will embrace every new year with a smile and a celebration with cherished friends and family.
