Tomorrow I turn 30. It sounds like a real, honest-to-goodness adult age, doesn’t it? Like now I’m suddenly supposed to get up early and have a solid grasp of how to do my taxes. My reality? Sleeping in is still the best and I’m totally hiring an accountant. When my twenties are over in a few hours I don’t expect to feel any different, but it will be strange to start thinking of myself as a 30-something. Like back when you had to start writing a different year at the top of your schoolwork each January. 29 was good to me. There was Comic-Con, WDS, new clients, new countries, and tons of epic meals with friends. Plus I got to watch Game of Thrones filming in person! Basically, it was a perfect way to cap off my tumultuous twenties. I started the last decade as a fairly lost college student, moved on to a successful-but-still-lost career as an ad agency executive, quit that for a brief stint on a political campaign, started freelancing, went on a RTW trip that turned into a digital nomad lifestyle, and the rest is history. Of course there’s more to it than that. Even though I spent the majority of my twenties living the location independent high life, visiting 37 countries across 6 continents, I feel like I only really got going recently. Like I was in low gear until sometime in early 2014 when I finally figured out how to use the clutch. Amy Poehler quote (that I will try to live up to) illustrated by Zen Pencils I’m sure those of you over the age of thirty are reading this and shaking your head, calling me a sweet summer child for making so much noise about entering this next decade. By the time I get to be 35 and 40 and 50, I’m sure I’ll look back and think “Wow, I was so young and clueless at thirty.” And that’s freaking AWESOME. Because although 20-year-old me had better skin, thinner legs, boundless energy and heaps of potential, I wouldn’t want to trade places with her. She was amazing, but I’m even more so. Not just because I’ve climbed more mountains, swam in more oceans and been in a helicopter on top of a glacier, but because all I’ve learned has made me more confident, more daring and – most importantly – more understanding. I second-guess myself less and throw my hat into the ring more. “I can’t even” is now retired from my lexicon. When I think about how much more I am now, I can’t wait to tackle all the challenges my thirties will bring. I have no doubt that I’ll stumble, fall, moan about it, and get back up hundreds of times. But I know I can not only handle it, I’m going to savor every step of the way. Plus, I have that African safari to look forward to. And going to Antarctica to play with penguins. And writing my course on how to be a digital nomad. And totally kicking ass at business. And maybe even writing a book. 30 is going to be amazing. ALPHA.MALE I am an American man, and I have decided to boycott American women. In a nutshell, American women are the most likely to cheat on you, to divorce you, to get fat, to steal half of your money in the divorce courts, don’t know how to cook or clean, don’t want to have children, etc. Therefore, what intelligent man would want to get involved with American women? American women are generally immature, selfish, extremely arrogant and self-centered, mentally unstable, irresponsible, and highly unchaste. The behavior of most American women is utterly disgusting, to say the least. This blog is my attempt to explain why I feel American women are inferior to foreign women (non-American women), and why American men should boycott American women, and date/marry only foreign (non-American) women. BOYCOTT AMERICAN WOMEN! http://www.boycottamericanwomen.com .,.,/,., ., /,., ., / ,., /,., /,.