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.