I honestly haven’t thought about that number until a few days ago. I don’t see turning thirty as such a big ordeal. Admittedly it is more uncomfortable than I originally had thought it would be. I let it sink in and started replaying the last decade or so.
One thing however is a big deal to me, looking at where I am today. I have achieved and surpassed every dream I had as a young kid. I’ve been grinding every day and night. There were many difficult decisions, tasks and feats to overcome and I curb stomped them; walking by without looking back.
I set ridiculously specific outlandish goals, and I crushed the shit out of every single one of them.
As I near the end of my first day of being thirty, I’ve already come up with my next set of goals. To the next chapter!