Nature Poked Me in the Head

Amsterdam, The Netherlands

I turned 20 on the shores of the Seneca River in Clemson, South Carolina. I was there for a Crew race, one in which I believe we took home the silver. The day came and went without much fanfare, though knowing my team we probably ate at an Outback Steakhouse between the race and Miami in order to celebrate.

For 30, I thought we'd try something different. And who better to ring in my 30s with than the man I came into this world with. We decided, after much deliberation, to spend an extended weekend in Amsterdam and take in all the city had to offer. And we shall... (Censored pictures to come)

I've tried to find some meaning in turning 30. And the meaning almost inevitably turns to reflection. I'll admit, the big "3-0" was a tough one to stomach. But had I lived my 20's to their fullest? Did I have any regrets? Am I where I thought I'd be at 30? Where I should be?

My 20s were a definite rollercoaster. Highs and lows, but all in all an average of excellence. I'd travelled, I'd worked (and worked, and worked). I'd loved, lost, loved, lost and ultimately loved again. And I've basically (with a few great additions) kept the exact same fantastic friends I'd come into my 20s with.

So no regrets. No remorse. No thoughts of failure. And they say your 30s are the new 20s, right?

If you need me, I'll be counting grey hairs in this ridiculously awesome Dutch bathroom mirror.