Time, is like a sort of runic rhymn

In our post high school time, my friend Christy and I, made one of those if-by-the-time-we're-thrity type pacts. I think we said we'd get married to each other if we weren't in some uber fullfilling reltionship by thirty.  Then, thirty was almost ten years away and something so unfathomable to us that it was easy to designate it as the deadline; concret enough to matter, far enough away to not really have to worry about.

Well, it's that time.  In just five months I will turn thirty. 

I've never been one to place any real significance on age.  I mean, I've lived my life as I've desired and, although it may not reflect the sort of mainstream ideal and expectation of what one should be doing at thirty, I have few to no regrets about my life. 

That being said, I've started to construct this upcoming birthday as a marker for change.  Whether it's my age-turning or simply ye olde circumstances I have under my belt, I've begun to feel a sense of urgency in achieving various personal goals I have yet to achieve.  I'll admit some of those goals encompass the mainstream notion of age requirements (home, career, money, etc.) but they're secondary to my more altruistic ones.

I am finally in the mindspace where I want to fully commit to doing things versus thinking about doing things.  Up to this point, I've been satisfied with simply experiencing life and letting it take me where it will.  Well, I've gotten over that. I've enjoyed it and have taken SO MANY things from living like that but it's, pardon the pun(ish), gotten old. 

I'm ready, if not particularly capable, to tackle many of the things that I have always felt I still had plenty of time to do later down the line.  Well, it's later down that line and my approching birthday, not to mention my student loan repayment plan, have impressed upon me that ten years gets here sooner than you think and it's hardly enough time to get shit done.