I turn 30 in 300 days.
7,200 days. 432,000 minutes.
For an indeterminate reason that I have yet to understand this has been on my mind recently. Not because I’m scared of getting older (well, ok, maybe a little) or even because I don’t think I’m living my life to the fullest (I think I’m doing a fairly good job at that too) but because I feel like maybe I am not challenging myself to be bold enough.
Maybe I’m not challenging myself to see enough and do enough.
The past year has been filled with incredible number of changes and transitions. I have been living between Bahir Dar, Addis Ababa, Kigali, Canada and now Iringa (Tanzania). It has taken me some time to get used to these changes. But I’m trying not to anymore. Change happens. And in my life, it’s constant. I change projects and countries and beds. My best friends leave for their own countries, my favorite foods come and go. So maybe the idea is not to fight it anymore but to look it in the face of boldness.
A few years ago, I came up with a list of ideas I wanted to happen at some point. There are places I want to travel that I have been waiting for the right time. But this pointless, societal imposed deadline is maybe good for something. Maybe a deadline is a good time.
I’m hoping to travel more and really see where I live in the next 7,200 days. I want to start prototyping my business ideas. I want to be a bold version of myself.
Let’s see where I end up. Hopefully it will be the best beginning I could imagine.