I recently entered the last year of my 30s and my wife asked what goals I have before turning 40. As an initial matter, I felt flattered that she’d assume I had goals at all. Rudderless suits me just fine, frankly. But rudderless at 39 seems less flattering than at 19.

So my two goals:

• Become a level-one certified sommelier.
• Complete one sprint-distance triathlon.
  

Diametrically opposed goals, I know. But I can’t think of a better way to say goodbye to my third decade.