|The scenic ride home through Anderson Valley.|
With that said, there is one thing I managed to do and that is go through my pictures from last year’s birthday trip to Mendocino. Sure it was about 6 months ago but since I’m now halfway through the last year of my 20s I figured it’s fitting. My Facebook feed is starting to see the first trickle of farewells to the 20s and it has got me thinking about the last 10 years. The changes, the fears, the additions, the acquisitions, the revelations, and the fun. It was most certainly better than my teens. Really your twenties are just a glorified teen years now that you can drink and go clubbing legally minus the parental supervision. I have to confess that there was a time when I thought my 20s would be the best years of my life with so much hope, promise and the time to seize it all while my 30s (the entry level I used to call the dirty thirty) would be the beginning of the end. Lets just say that I when I turned 25 I believed in the quarter life crisis. Now I look back on my naive behaviour and sort of chuckle at it. Truth: I don’t think I have ever felt this confident before in my life. I know what direction I want to go. While the path isn’t very clear at least I know where I want to land. Next week, I plan on posting some pictures from that trip and little bits of nuggets I gathered from it. Until then have great weekend.