Today I’m 31 years old. It feels weird. The day I turned 30 was like “I don’t feel much different than twenty-something”, but turning 31 makes me feel very much closer to 40, and that’s scary.
The previous year was mainly characterized with routine – mostly work and workouts. Both are very satisfying, but together take up most of my time. In general, time seems to fly lately, especially weekends. I think it’s a good sign that means I enjoy them. However, I wish I could have some more free time to work on my own ideas and even just to have some more “me” time. I didn’t take a vacation longer than a day over the past year and it is starting to show. To compensate, I’ll be having next week off in Eilat :)
Having a routine life is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because it’s predictable, easy to manage and allows for a calm, unstressful being. A curse because anything out of the ordinary seems like a big issue. Go out late when tomorrow there’s an early workout? No way. An invitation from a friend to visit New York for a few days over the weekend? Seems impossible (eventually I was sick that weekend, so no dilemma after all.)
For this year I would like to feel that I have enough time to accomplish some out-of-routine goals. Phone in your happy birthday wishes and have a great day.