I turn 30 on Monday and, like most people who read too much into events and situations, it seems as good an occasion as any to pause and take stock. I won't bore you with a laundry list of unfulfilled goals and such, but I do think I've made peace with the fact that though it's a milestone -- a transitional birthday of sorts -- turning 30 doesn't mean running out of time. Young enough to still make shit happen, old enough to be less stupid and self-centered in the pursuit.