One more day of my twenties. Tomorrow night, I head out to a nice dinner with my husband and then a street party. When the ball drops at midnight, I will be 30. Some people (especially women) seem to approach this milestone with a large degree of dread. I don’t. I truly, genuinely love every birthday I have, and this one is no different.
My 30 by 30 list is nowhere near complete, and that’s okay. When some things are left undone, it gives you something to work for. I don’t know if I will have a list for my next decade of life…maybe yes, maybe no.
As for this year, I feel pretty good about how it’s wrapping up. My husband got me a subscription to ArtSnacks for Christmas, and my first month arrived. The box had a hot pink colored pencil, water brush, black brush marker and tube of brown watercolor. I sat down right away and used the marker and pencil to do a small drawing. And that small action sums up the most important thing I have learned in the last decade. Creativity is not only frivolity, not a waste of time. It is as essential as breath.
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