Thirty has always seemed like a line of demarkation.  Like it’s the age by which you are supposed to have life figured out.  With a little over 400 days to go till then, I don’t see that happening. With some luck, however, I can focus on the positives, eat more veggies, run more miles, and not sweat the small stuff. Live, Breathe, Huzzah!

People love to reminisce about their 20s, but I’m looking forward to 30.  As Tim McGraw sings,

My next thirty years I’m gonna settle all the scores
Cry a little less, laugh a little more
Find a world of happiness without the hate and fear
Figure out just what I’m doing here
In my next thirty years