The first week of August has always been an eventful one for me. It is my birthday week, as well as my Mom's birthday week. Today I celebrate the beginning of the last year in my 20's. I'm not sure how I am going to cope with turning 30 next year. I can't say I'm looking forward to it.
This past Wednesday was also the 9 year anniversary of the second helicopter ride of my life. Getting air-lifted to the hospital must have been a pretty intense experience. I should probably be glad I can't remember any of it. I got to come home from the hospital a few days later on my 20th birthday. That is a birthday I have no recollection of. In fact I don't remember much at all from the entire fall of that year. Which is bad because I was in my sophomore year of college supposedly laying the foundation for the skills I would use for the rest of my career. I have been keeping a journal since 9/11/2001. I've never skipped more than a couple weeks except for the 4 month gap after the accident. I wish I'd written. It would be interesting to look back on now.
I feel like I climbed the mountain of youth through my teenage years. In my 20s I walked across the plateau. Now I feel like I am standing on the edge of the other side. One false step is going to send me tumbling into full-on adulthood. Now that I'm a parent there is all this added pressure to behave like a mature responsible person. I feel as though I should enjoy the final months of my third decade on earth by doing something youthful and exciting. However I have no clue what that might be. I've probably been living like an ultra boring 30-something since that 20th birthday, so I have plenty of practice. Next year should prove to be an easy transition for me.
