I always had grand plans of things to 'get done' before i turn 30. I wanted the house, the family, the picket fence. I wanted to come home from work to a bunch of children anxiously waiting to see me. A happy wife who was just the bee's knees. A large circle of friends who shared the same interests as i did. I wanted to go skydiving. Go on a hot-air-balloon ride. Climb some big mountain. Start my own company. Create a revolutionary tool used daily around the world. You know, actually ACCOMPLISH something.
By some measures, sure i've done some things. I've got my first son. I have a great career. Lots of friends. But it just doesn't seem like it should. I look at my life, and i don't get the sense of 'satisfaction' one should get. Don't get me wrong. I'm by no means complaining. I have been blessed with many great things in life. And i cherish each one of them. But i guess something's..... missing. Won't there always? I mean, what happens to someone who reaches perfection in their lives? (not that it's even possible) Do they just up and explode? Does God come sweeping down, take you away and say, good job, you win?
I guess life is always supposed to be a struggle. A journey. Towards something... better. You can't reach it, of course. What would be the point? I guess what i'm trying to say is that i just always though i'd be a little bit further along on my journey than i am now.
So i believe that now is the time to stop, look around, and take stock of what is important to you. Take a deep (deep) breath, and jump on into the the next 30 years of your life. You don't know where you're headed, but your car's fueled up, and your seat belt (hopefully) is fastened. You're the driver.