This turning-30 thing is sort of funny. It dawned on me this morning that in all of my ‘what would I do if I won the lottery” schemes, none of them included forming a commune in an abandoned building downtown, squatting and fixing it up with some of my friends, building a garden on the roof and trying to be self sustaining. Funny, because this is the sort of thing I daydream about when I dream about not having to work – but boy if I win the lottery it’s going to be a different story!

I know that there is this expectation of turning 30 being some sort of life altering experience, but the reality is that I don’t really feel much different. This year I have several goals for myself – I want to run a 10k, pay off my outstanding debt, start saving for a down payment on a house, maybe wear nicer clothes. But truth be told I’m pretty happy with where I’m at and what I’m doing – the only thing I’d change is my location.

Tonight I stayed late at work and rode home in the dark. There’s a certain feeling of !danger! when riding on the road on a bike on roads so dark I can’t tell where the pavement ends and the darkness begins. Combine that with air that smells of fall and burning thighs and catching up with cars and it’s almost intoxicating.

I got home and turned on the tv, intending to watch a movie that’s been sitting on the armoire for a few weeks. Instead, I watched a PBS documentary on Ella Fitzgerald. While we were on vacation there were a few times when it was just unbelievably beautiful – and we listened to lots of Ella Fitzgerald and Joshua Bell. Tonight I missed being beautiful and free, cruising along the Cabot Trail without a care in the world.