When I was in Std6, the matrics looked like middle aged women. At 18, all I wanted to be was 21. At 25 I had a quarter life crises and now….well now I’m just depressed.

There is so much I want to achieve/do before I am 30:

• I want to live in both Turkey and Tuscany for at least 6 months a pop.
• I want to attend a TED talk.
• I want to learn to snow board and I want to have the opportunity to practice till I rock at it.
• I would like to do a refresher course in French. (Will come in handy when I live in Tuscany and want to nip across to France for some croissants.)
• I want to learn to speak conversational Xhosa. It is shocking that I struggle to greet my neighbour in her mother tongue.
• I want to take up sculpting again and I would also like to be able to paint something that I would actually consider hanging in my house.
• I want to apply the Pareto principle to everything I do.
• I want to play more golf, take up mountain biking and be more fit over all. (i.e. I want to look like Giselle Bunchen)
• I want to spend more time with family and friends.
• I would like to do a cooking course and while I am at it, learn more about wine. The former in an attempt to avoid poisoning my future kids, the latter because I too want to smell banana, vanilla, wet dog and burnt almonds when drinking wine and impress my friends while doing it.
• I would love to do a flip over the Cape Peninsula in a helicopter. And not just a 15 minute flip, a loooong one that feels like it lasts for hours.
• I want to fly first class and in a lear jet.
• Believe it or not, I want to meet Oprah.

I’m sure there are a ton of things that I just don’t have the head-space to think of right now, so I will have to add to the list as I go along.

Here’s to my last night of being 26… *sniff*