Exactly two months from now, I’ll be another year older. How crazy is that? There are days I’m totally and completely comfortable with the idea of getting older because age is just a number and I’m pretty darn grateful that I’ve made it this far (and to look younger than my age). Then there are days where I get anxious at the achievements and success or the lack thereof in my life. I'm not the type of person who gets easily insecure of other people's achievements, yet whenever I see their dreams turn into realities, I couldn't help but feel like I’ve wasted half of my 20-something years, the best years of my life... Those are the days I fail to see my own capacity and ability to do great. It happens, it's okay. But after a moment of wallowing in sadness, I took this as a reason not to waste any second longer. One of the things I do is I review my list of goals and revised them if needed. Originally, my goals were listed by year, much like a to-do list. This method is great but I realize that I simply don’t work that way. I can't work well under the pressure of a very specific deadline looming over my head. So, I updated my goals, put more freedom on which I want to pursue first, and added a single but very specific deadline to it: before I turn 30. Here are the things I want to do before I turn 30:
Build a minimalistic but realistic wardrobe.
Live in Europe.
Live in Japan.
Visit Iceland, New York, and Melbourne.
Create an online course or workbook.
Be physically fit. No more flabs!
Become a professional graphic designer and illustrator.
Become a legit travel writer and get my works published in travel books or magazines.
Perfect at least 3-5 healthy dishes.
Set up my own business.
Publish a blogging ebook or workbook
Be fucking rich. Yep, I just had to write it down.