I have reached that stage of life where every birthday reminds me of one single episode of Friends that will stay with me until the end of times, or 30:
I was talking with a friend the other night about life. We talked about how we first met and how life sends you mixed signals in the choices of paths and directions we take. One single choice could have changed everything and who knows where we would be right now. Ya know, the Butterfly Effect. I started dwelling on the past but in a good way. I think it's productive to look at where we've been to better understand who we are and where we have ended up, and also to avoid making the same mistakes.
While talking to this friend, I got a wicked urge to hunt down my old high school journal. I had remembered making a bucket list of sorts and wondered what I had and hadn't accomplished as I beam the horizon 2 years away from the deadline on my 28th birthday.
My Teenage Bucket List:
Dogs & Diapers