Success Is Obedience to a Structured Way of Life
I’m 30 years old today. This Tumblr is meant to be a place where I type flowery, long-winded things, because I don’t want to forget how to write, but I wanted to post today.
I am happy with 30. I’m kind of pumped about it, honestly. I still get carded sometimes when I go to R-rated movies (not a joke), so I guess I’m doing okay on the wrinkles front. (I’m actually not old enough for that to be flattering, to be honest — on the whole, teenagers today pretty much look like idiots, so I take someone carding me as, “I think you look/dress like an idiot.”) I’ve done a lot of cool stuff in my 30 years. I’ve met a lot of amazing people. I’ve seen a lot of great things and traveled to a lot of wonderful places. I have acheived many of my goals. Unlike a lot of other people my age, I don’t own a house and I don’t have children — but those aren’t my milestones. Those aren’t measurements of success for me.
I look at it this way: If you told 15-year-old me what I’d be up to at 30, she would be THRILLED. So, success!
