At first, thirty is a big number. $30 - really? 30 people at the house? Well, okay I guess we can do that. 30th birthday? Umm, if I have to! And so it goes until 30 just turns into another number. And then one day it's not, like when it's your 30th class reunion. . .or your 30th wedding anniversary. . .or, gulp, your 'baby' turns 30 years old. Yikes! How long was I sleeping? Eventually you realize that 30 is just the new 20, and 40 now represents 30, and you keep playing those mind games until it catches up with you. Which it does right about midway through your life, and that's not necessarily a bad thing. It's just the point at which you might start sobering up and remembering that there's no destination without a journey. Thirty is a number on that journey. 30 days until vacation! 30 pastel cupcakes look really pretty, don't they? A 30 minute workout isn't too tough, is it?
This is 30, but shouldn't it say 20?
And sometimes the number 30 is served up to you on an artful platter of olive oil and ancient balsamic vinegar, too pretty really, to even sop up your bread in because you know if you do then the 30 will get all fuzzy. And why let that happen when there are plenty more numbers where this one came from?
What I imagine happening during my upcoming holiday weekend.
Starting tomorrow I've got a big client in town this week whose schedule is actually requiring that I rise at 4AM each morning (pause while I mentally try to figure out what time I should be going to bed tonight, then give up when I realize that even if I went to bed now I would most likely still be exhausted when rising at 4AM. . .oh well) and put in some long-ass hours for the next three days. Before you think of me as a whiner, let me just say I continue to be ever so grateful for each and every meeting client that comes my way for that is my chosen profession; and for as long as they keep hiring me I'll keep trying to save the universe one meeting at a time. (Wait, am I really doing the universe a favor by organizing another event? Methinks so, yes. At least that's what I'm going with for now. No time to change jobs and become a neurosurgeon at my age. Just sayin') Anyway, so today I'm in the final stages of everything for tomorrow's event launch - phone calls, checklists, more phone calls, yadda, yadda - but in truth, what is really on my mind is the upcoming three day weekend. Ahhh yes. In only three grueling long workdays (did I mention I'll be rising at 4AM? I did? Well, did I mention that I won't stager home until about 16 hours after my start time? Okay, now I have.) I will have arrived, nay earned!, a little recovery time in the form of a holiday weekend.
So how will I spend this gift from God (and also from the U.S. government who has deemed Memorial Weekend a three day holiday)? Will I be a productive busy-beaver at home cleaning closets, doing yard work, and catching up on home projects? Or will I chose to relax, open a lovely bottle of Chardonnay, toss a ball with the dog, and just chill for a bit? Well here's the thing about choices. At some point in your life you have to be adult and make good ones. I just hope by the time I get through this intensive client program and make it to the wonderful open weekend ahead I have some strength left in me to do the right thing. Stay tuned for a weekend update!