Is 30 really the new 20?

This weekend I have been spending lots of time thinking and reflecting. I always think about the future. As I watch the leaves changing colors (my favorite time of year), it seems symbolic of where I am currently in my life. I am currently in a state of change. Worry about the future and wondering what is going to happen next. It is difficult for me to embrace change since I am a person of routine. Every Sunday when the Sunday paper arrives, I recycle an envelope and write down all of the sale items that I'd like to look at and then during the course of the week, try to stop by the stores that had the sale items. It's one of those things that I've done for years, and for some strange reason enjoy doing it.

On Saturday this past weekend, in a matter of 30 minutes, I managed to cancel a part of my gym membership, change my address with the gym, get my eyes examined, and then I was on my merry way. Carl says that I will need to not expect the universal time contstant of 15-20 minutes to get everywhere in South Bend to exist in Indianapolis. I know that I am naive, but I'm not that naive.

I heard from an old dear friend today. He and I have had so many discussions about what it is that we want out of life. He bought me a book about a quarterlife crisis. I've heard that 30 is the new 20 and 40 is the new 30. Well, I guess I'm 21 going on 22 then. If I think back to 22, I'm glad that I don't have to relive that year all over. As I keep finding these new grey hairs, I realize that I am not really going on 22, as much as society says that 30 is the new 20, you can never get back the gift of time and living your life doing the things that you want to be doing. It's never too late to do the things that you want. That is what is really going to keep you young at heart.