There used to be a show back in the 90’s called “Thirtysomething.” I never watched it (I was too young), but it was an American television drama about a group of baby boomers in their late thirties. I think I officially qualify as “thirtysomething” since I’m now 35 years old. I find it ironic that I’m well into my 30’s now. Growing up, your 30’s always seemed so far off in the distance, yet it seems to have snuck up on me. Geez, I’m 35 years old. Frankly, that’s nuts, yet it is true.
Being in my 30’s isn’t as bizarre or weird as I thought it would be. I’m a little wiser now, as I’m trying not to sweat the little hiccups in life — it is just not worth it. I’m enjoying life more, and less self-conscious about how I’m perceived. I’m married to a wonderful woman, and we have two great kids. We have a nice little home of our own that we have to clean up regularly. 😉 Life is good.
Of course, life isn’t perfect, but what is considered perfect anyway? Life is about overcoming new challenges, and reaching towards the next goal. For example, I’ve been overweight and living an unhealthy life for years, but now I’m doing something about it. We’ve struggled and survived through the early child development years, but there will always be new challenges as the kids get older. I have a few hundred different places that I want to visit, but budgeted money to do that will always be finite.
I think I’m rambling. I hate when I ramble. Let me summarize. A few years ago, I remember taking an online survey, and the results came back that I was “unhappy.” I don’t need a survey now to tell me that I’m happy these days. Life isn’t perfect, but that’s what keeps it interesting.