|Me on my 2nd birthday|
10 months ago I made myself a list. 30 things to do before I turned 30. Well here I am. Staring at 30 and honestly.. I didn’t finish my list. And I’m okay with that. I got some of the easy stuff, like the reading section done. And I got a new camera, redesigned my blog, entered and won a baking competition, and baked and ate some new things. But I didn’t quite get to some of the others, like baking a pie or making a tiered fondant cake. Oh well. I'll get to them eventually.
But I think the one thing I'm proud of actually accomplishing is a 15 mile bike ride. Boyfriend bought me a bike last month as an early birthday present, and this week, after only a handful of rides, I made it all 15 miles. I really didn’t think I was going to, since the day we went was windier than anything—the first 5 miles or so we rode directly into a 15-20mph wind! I swear it felt like I wasn’t even moving half the time, and several times I thought about just giving up. But the whole way I kept convincing myself, “just make it to that next tree. Alright, go for the fence post now. It’s not that far to the next crossing. Just make it to that.” For every landmark I passed, I’d pick a new one in the distance to make it to. I rode 15 miles 50 feet at a time. And guess what. I didn’t die. I’m still sore days later, but I didn’t die.
So as I look at 30 and beyond, I’ll do the same thing. I won’t think about how long the road is. I’ll only look towards the end of today, knowing if I can make it through this day, I’m on my way to the next, and the next, and the one after that.