Another Wild and Crazy Saturday Night

Remember when you were younger and you would think of all the fun, exciting things you would do on a Saturday night when you were old enough to do what ever the hell you want? Can someone explain to me when doing whatever the hell you want turned into watching old TV shows on netflix and munching on Chinese food? Lately I have been looking for the good things about being 30. Overall there are a lot of really great things about this stage of my life. Then there are the moments where I remember all that I thought I was gonna do when I was a "grown up" and start to wonder if I am failing at this whole "Adult" phase of life. I will be honest; 30 with three cats, a few terribly failed relationships, and being totally okay with staying home most weekends is not what 21 year old me had planned for. But if I had to explain to my younger, thinner, more energetic self why I am okay with where I am now there are a few things that seem very important.

So far my favorite part of being "mature" is knowing when it's okay to just say whatever the hell you want. Obviously you can't do this all the time, but in the right space, with the right friends, it's a-okay to let the thoughts that may make you appear mentally unstable, but shit sometimes mental instability

 super fun. 

The things you swear you hate will not bother you nearly as much as you thought it would. The things you thought you would never give a crap about are suddenly important. 401K? Yep all about maximizing my gains. Eating better? Well okay, I love paying twice as much for something because its free range organic. J. Crew, Gap? Yep, like half my closet. 

30 also comes with people in your life who make it all better. The besties who have become sisters, who were crazy with you at 20,  held you at 25 when your heart was really broken, and are proud of you at 30 despite the scars. The characters who are from a million different beliefs but make up a super awesome collection of randomly random adventures. They encourage your knitting habit, tease you for your love of cats. Enable your coffee and wine habits. There won't be a million friends, just a few that are one in a million. 

So here is my main point. 10 years ago I had a plan. Today I have a plan. Those plans are so different from each other it's like night and day. Maybe it's time to ditch the plan and see what the next 10 years has in store?