Doing Something Before You’re 30

In less than a month, I turn 30. 

Western culture loves assigning weighted meaning to a good round number, a gravitas beyond the simple recorded passing of time. And however right or wrong or in-between that is, I feel the weight of soon-to-be 30.

There are a lot of things I’ve said I wanted to accomplish before that birthday. Some of them have happened, some of them haven’t, a lot of them I’ve probably forgotten. But the impending milestone has me thinking about dreams, ideas, execution, legacy and body of work. And wishing I’d done more. And wanting to do more.

So I have 30 days until I’m 30 years old. And I want to do something.