in eighteen days
In eighteen days I’ll be thirty years old. That’s three decades on this planet, and thirty years of learning about life.
I think I actually do know some stuff at this point in the journey. Stuff about what I like and dislike, and stuff about relationships with other people. I even have a pretty good idea of the business world that I swim in all the time. In many respects, I’m pretty successful for turning thirty.
Of course, I want more.
One is fun, why not two?
And if ya like two, you might as well have four!
And if ya like four, why not a few, why not a slew,
More! More!
But the more that I want, the more I’ve learned that I want someone to enjoy it with. Having things, experiences, successes, and general life events is so much better when there is someone to share them with.
The low points, the failures, the losses, and the generally negative things are also easier when you have a hand to hold or a shoulder to cry on. And for me, there is nothing quite like the simple act of holding another person to make me feel better.
So in thirty years I’ve learned one big lesson. I can’t do it all alone. And even if I could, I wouldn’t enjoy it as much as I enjoy life’s experiences with another person. All of my past relationships, friendships and associations have brought me to that conclusion. No regrets about anything that has happened. But I’m ready now.
The doors really are open. Possibly for the first time ever.