Have you heard of “The 30 before 30 project?” I came across it on a rainy Saturday afternoon and was really intrigued.
The blog follows Celine, a woman who felt “that helpless, hapless, life-is-slipping-through-my-fingers” feeling as she approached the big 3-0.
But she didn’t just sit around helpless and hapless.
She decided to meet the milestone head on, making a list of 30 things she wanted to accomplish by 30 so that she could feel accomplished and satisfied when her 20s came to an end.
There was adventure – bungee jumping, skydiving, going on a classic American road trip and swimming with whale sharks in Donsol (sooo would not be on my list, but to each their own).
There was travel – seeing the Grand Canyon, partying at Mardi Gras in New Orleans, walking on the Brooklyn Bridge and spelunking in Sagada (sidenote: I had to look up both the word “spelunking” and Sagada. Turns out, she went caving in a village in the Philippines)
Celine also became a vegetarian for a month (you go, girl), went on a speed date, learned to surf and cooked a gourmet five-course meal.
It sounds like so much fun. Minus the swimming in whale shark-infested waters. And the speed date.
Like Celine when she started her project, time’s a-tickin’ for me. I’m 26 going on 27 in May. Sure, about three years to get 30 things done doesn’t seem so bad. But I have a feeling that my own list would involve adventure and travel. And that can be expensive, so I’d probably have to space it out to not start my 30s broke and frustrated with myself for blowing my savings.
What would be on your list? And keep in mind, this can be done at any age. 40 before 40.
60 before 60. The older you are, the more things you have to accomplish before that big birthday. And rightly so. Life should open up more possibilities the older you get. At least I think so, anyway. But then again, I’m only 26. What do I know?
So what would be on my list? I’d like to learn to surf, too. I’d like to go to Italy and hop a plane to somewhere tropical with my girlfriends from college. I’d like to learn to garden after killing several plants and flowers. Maybe I’d get a tattoo (just kidding, Grandpa, if you’re reading).
Mostly, I’d like to have Celine’s mentality when she finally reached her 30th birthday.
Here’s what she wrote in one of her first blog posts after the big day:
“I realized that underneath it all I am a woman at peace. That desperate feeling of life having passed me by that dogged me in my late 20s was gone. Any feelings of inadequacy and insecurity had dissipated too; I know my place in the world and I’m secure in the knowledge of what I’m capable of… I am, for all intents and purposes, a happy, happy woman.”
Way to go, Celine. I’m going to get a pen and paper and start making my list. I’ll let you all know how it goes.