My wife and I built a bookcase over the weekend. Three of them, with a wine bar sandwiched in the middle for cocktail mixing. Lots of furniture porn happening in the portent these days. My graphic novels and cookbooks have a home. Come over.
Life in my twenties was about me. Developing and going deeper on my own interests. Gaining expert level status in things I was already good at: cooking, backpacking, writing, gardening. Rather than take myself up on a new challenge, I started projects by asking: “What am I into?”
Then 30 hit. Same game, different angle. Now I’m hungry and seeking to be stupid. Relish the experiment and explore foreign worlds. Learn about surfing and Spanish history and how the Thai make Thai food. To use another food analogy, I’m more open to ordering the dish that no one wants because it’s weird and new and the old me would never do it. Try new flavors. Meet new people. Join a roller derby. Join an improv group. Take more acroyoga classes. Start a magazine. Fail, fail, fail a lot.
Grow grow grow!