Today I turn 30.
At 18, I had a clear plan: by 30, I'd be a millionaire.
I'm not. Not even close.
Instead, I have a company I built from zero. A (insanely talented and cool) team. Projects I'm proud of. And the freedom to do my own thing, something 25-year-old me wouldn't have dared to even hope for.
And yet I keep catching myself thinking: "Once I hit the next milestone, then the good life starts."
That's the lie I've been telling myself for years.
Because life doesn't happen at the next milestone. It happens in between. On an ordinary Tuesday. Playing basketball in the sun before the next meeting starts. Over dinner with friends.
The last few months might have been the happiest of my life, and I almost missed it because my head was already on the next goal.
So that's what I'm taking into my 30s: keep the ambition, but stop pushing happiness to "later."
I've told myself that before and never managed it. This time I'm actually going to try.
Turning 30 tomorrow.
The last few weeks were intense. Came back from hiking to a mountain of work. That's also why I've been quiet here on X.
But I want to make my last day in my 20s count. Here's the plan:
๐ฅ Recorded a video for my future self. How I think, how I feel, right now. A time capsule. I think I'll make it a regular thing. A video diary of sorts.
๐ฅ Stepping into an MMA gym for the first time. Never done it before.
๐ฌ First session with a private English teacher online to improve my English.
๐ Had a full day of internal team meetings.
๐ And taught a class as an instructor. My little side I still do for fun.
Not a bad way to close a chapter. In general, I am really proud of how I turned my life around in my 20s.