In high school, a group of friends spent more than 6 months every day playing and creating rock music in the Hoover High band room. Thanks to my side gig working at a golf course on weekends and evenings, I was able to fund a weekend recording session. We created an album that really captured such an interesting time in all of our lives.
Antiquing in Los Alamos
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I can’t stop looking at this photo I took in Los Alamos, CA this weekend.
Turning 30: Not as bad as the cliches.
Three months ago I turned 30.
The age everyone dreads in the media. The age people have mini-mid-life crises. The age where you become old enough to be experienced, but young enough to still be considered young by working professionals.
I’ve changed a lot over the last 15 years, as most people do. But one thing has been pretty constant… the steady weight gain.
So I’ve been working hard for three months. My previous goal to control portion sizes and count calories has been working even better than I would have expected.
I have a neck, my waist is more even to my hips and I’ve stopped snoring altogether (not that it was too bad before).
I’m running and walking at least 4 miles a day, and everything I consume is a conscious decision.
I’m still about 30 pounds from my goal weight, but I’m feeling great.
I’ve also been working hard to pay down all of the debt I accrued living in Orange County while making almost no money at all. I’ve managed to get the credit cards down to zero this week, and my small student loan is just on the horizon and should be paid off soon.
Turning 30, so far, has been all about hard work for me — and that hard work paying off.
Eight more months to see what I can completely achieve before I’m past 30.
It will be interesting to see what happens before then.
As far as the cliches go, I don’t know if I will ever understand the great concern with aging. It is pretty inevitable and provides invaluable experience.
Maybe turning 40 will be different.