This blog is a little late, I know. My 29th birthday was 7 days ago. I should’ve put something on here but kinda dawdled. No use in publicly kicking myself, so let’s get to it.

A lot of us face our 29th year with apprehension, right? It’s when we start staring at our mortality in the face. It IS the last year of our twenties. Our personal Roaring Twenties make up 10 years of decadence, liberty, and more decadence. You get to have sex with no strings attached. You get to drink without consequence. You get to have fun.

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Then the 30s roll in. That’s when the Great Depression starts. Your body starts to cramp and ache, little by little. You’re no longer the unbreakable Titan you thought you were. You’ve already moved past your physical peak (28-29). And this isn’t considering what happens to your physical appearance, either (every flower starts to wither). They say your midlife crisis starts around the age of 50. I posit it’s actually sometime in your 30s. I’m not trying to scare anyone.

Let’s think about it. The average life expectancy in America is 78.5. Technically speaking, your midlife point IS during your (late) 30s.

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39.25, to be more precise. Holy sh!t, that’s barely in your 30s. The comment above was actually a shot in the dark. Hell, I didn’t even Google the average American life expectency in America. I was technically right, anyway.

Boy, I’m really scaring you, aren’t I?

Sorry.

But I myself am hardly scared, you see. In fact, I’m actually happy. I’m genuinely excited for my 29th year on this planet. Why, you ask?

Because my 28th year was the greatest, most impactful year of my life. I explored new territories, both geographical and personal. I also chased my life long passion.

When I celebrated birthday #28 last year, I was working a dead end job at a warehouse. I had no desire to get promoted or work my way through the system. I had no desire to be held responsible for the company’s performance. I didn’t want to deal with and manage people. I wanted to be left alone, period.

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But at that point, I was already working on a manuscript that would eventually become Heather’s Mannequin. I was addicted to editing it, optimizing its imagery, trimming its sentences, and bringing the characters to life. Never before in my life have I felt so driven by my own passion. It felt like riding in an autonomous vehicle on its way to the beach. I didn’t have to exert any effort. I wanted to do the work.

When the New Year rolled around, I decided to leave my job to invest all my energy into creating content. I needed to enhance my profile somehow. I couldn’t just throw the book out there and hope it would magically catch fire.

So I started this blog and called it ToomStone. I started a podcast and called it ToomWind. Finally, I started a YouTube channel and called it ToomIgnite. Three ventures, three passions, three vehicles for creating content. A trifecta.

And all of this happened when I was 28 years young. It was the year I finally stopped stalling and took some initiative. It was the year “later” became “now.”

Do you now see why I’m excited for the last year of my twenties? I’m not feeling fear or dread. I’m actually feeling hope. Hope that #29 is going to surpass #28.

Thank you all so much for following ToomStone and reading my blogs. I love creating content and the fact I have an audience makes it all the more worthwhile.

3 thoughts on “Why My 28th Year Was the Most Important Year of My Life

  1. You know, someone once said to me, “You don’t really know what you really want until you hit 30”.Looking back I kind of agree with it. It’s great you have motivation to do your own thing now

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