How the years speed on by, when you cross into your 30s. Officially the decade I wish I could go back and do all the crazy things I wanted to in my 20s, but was always too shy. I don’t think I can delay them anymore. There’s a list somewhere in my phone, that I’m compiling.

One thing I know for sure: I want an early retirement.

The other thing: a longing to travel.

And the last: the absolute stillness of night in which I can traipse and dance and sing in words.

Time to map out how I want to spend the rest of my 30s. And it better be good.