Monday, August 13, 2007
This Friday I will turn 30. Being that I am turning 30, now is a good time to be critical of my life and bemoan my plight and perhaps even celebrate my accomplishments.
Things I haven’t done:
With the exception of France 12 years ago and Canada, I haven’t left the country.
Written a novel (although I’m about 17,000 words into one and had to put it aside to write plays and screenplays. Maybe next year)
Run a marathon. (In fact I’m not really in great shape right now. But I’m going to start going to the gym again, I swear.) (this is starting to sound like new years resolutions. 30 year resolutions?)
Learned a musical instrument. (this may never happen.)
Paid off my student loans (or come anywhere near doing so)
Bought a house or apartment.
Things I did:
Learned to drive, swim, speak, write, read, cook a few things.
Wrote 19 or so plays that are over an hour long, 3 or 4 one acts, 30 or so ten min plays. Most of the 10 min plays have been done, many of them multiple times. I’ve had 7 of my long plays on their feet, 4 of them have had 2 or more productions. Three of them are now published.
Co-wrote one screenplay. Wrote another on my own and am working on a third.
Got a masters, went to Juilliard, got engaged.
So that’s not so bad. It was a good thirty years. In fact, if things keep going like this, I feel pretty good about it all. I’m OK, you’re OK. We’re all OK. Let another year come. They say 30 is the new 22.