Ever since The Bucket List came out (which I should probably see, but the gist seems easy enough to get), I think about my Bucket List a lot - a lot. Maybe daily. And then I turned 29. And then I realized I didn't want to spend anymore days dreaming about the things I wanted to do, and just accept that I probably will do at least most of what I want to do and that's that. I'm leaving my 20s behind next year, and I want to focus on things that I have done instead of dream of things that are yet to come. I don't want to wake up in another decade and realize I'm still dreaming away my life. Along that line of reflection, I was thinking about how I have spent my last 10 birthdays. Reflection, acceptance and gratefullness are the new bucket list. The last decade was a good life. A decade of July 26es:
I turned 20 in Dublin (During Literary Pub Crawl), the summer I studied abroad in London.
I turned 21 in Lake Charles, had recently returned from studying abroad in Spain where I dreamed in Spanish for the first time, and ate someone else's cake at a bar because, heck, it was my birthday!
I turned 22 about 3 days before I left to live in Madrid, Spain for a year
I turned 23 about 2 days after coming home from Spain to attend LSU Law School (bittersweet!)
I turned 24 in Palma de Majorca, off the coast of Spain, after studying abroad in France with the law school (And, hilariously enough, thought I was having a quarter life crisis and died my hair black on that day)
I turned 25 in New Orleans, while working as a law clerk that summer, officially, turning a year older at DBA in the Marigny.
I turned 26 (Golden Birthday) the day after the bar exam and had all my friends in town to celebrate (until about 10pm due to our sheer post-exam exhaustion)
I turned 27 two days after I met my now fiance John and had a pier party to celebrate and saw the sun rise
I turned 28 during my White Linen Night pier birthday party
I turned 29 and - John proposed that night.
I'm doing pretty good.
