No, really though, are you sure?

I recently went out to dinner with my mother, my brother, and my brother's girlfriend. The evening was proceeding pleasantly enough, when, suddenly, we began discussing the subject of age. I cannot specifically recall the context of the conversation, but I do recall thinking to myself, "well, at least I have another year until I turn 30." At that moment, I was firm in my conviction that I had yet to attain the age of 29. I then asked aloud, "wait, how old am I again?" The response was swift and painful - "29," my mother replied. I was dumbstruck. I honestly believed that I was only 28; that I had over a year before the dreaded 3-0 came knocking on my door. "Are you sure?", I insisted. The answer was the same. It was true. I was already 29; 30 was no longer a far off dream; it was an imminent reality, for which, I suddenly realized, I was wholly unprepared.

They say that age is just a number. While that may be true, for me, 30 is a big, scary number. I suppose I thought that I would have accomplished more in my life by this point. Perhaps I should be happy with where I am, but I can't help but want more. To that end, I have decided to make some changes in the next few months. I am going to eat better, live better, and hopefully be better. This blog is meant to document these changes, including accomplishments, struggles, and failures. We'll see how it goes. Here's to the future.