Yesterday, I looked into the calendar and saw the date – August 24th. It’s been five months to the day since my 29th birthday. Seven more to go – to the big 30. Yeah, I’m almost half way through my last year of my twenties. Is it a good one so far? Am I making the most of it? I should make sure to do, right? How will I remember my last year of my twenties? I certainly don’t want it to be remembered as a time wasted.

And how will I look back at my twenties as a whole? Will I look back and think man, I’ve had the time of my life?

I’m looking at one of my recent Instagram posts about how Dirty Dancing celebrated its 30th Anniversary this week and I’m thinking wow, Dirty Dancing and me are almost the same age. While Baby and Johnny have had the time of their lives 30 years ago, I can’t help but think that I too, have had the time of my life already.

At least that’s how I think of the six years working at the film festival and probably always will.

I was working with my best friends and going to the office always felt like meeting up with friends rather than going to work. We laughed, we had fun and all the while had a lot done. It’s funny, one would say a team like that would not be very productive, but it was quite the opposite. We were so effective simply because we were enjoying ourselves so damn much. It wasn’t a job for us, it was pure joy. And fun.

I was doing what I loved. I was surrounded by people I loved and who loved me back. I was having too much fun and making so many great memories along the way, which quite frankly will never get old. I’ve had the undying support of my friends. And I met the man of my dreams. That job gave me everything I ever dreamed of and I felt in every sense that this was indeed the time of my life. We all had.

However, as they say, all good things come to an end, and so I celebrated my 28th birthday at what was to become our last year there.

Our little dream team had broken up by circumstance out of our reach, my love life along with it. All seemed to be gone and we very much agreed that the time of our lives has passed.

More than a year later, I’m still thinking of those years with so much love and feel sad that chapter had to end. These years define my twenties. These years are what I will think about when I will think of the time of my life.

But after a year looking back, missing something I’ll never get back, all the while looking forward into my 30s, I refuse to believe that you can only have one time of your life.

Perhaps, there’s such a thing for every decade. Something that defines it. Something that makes you feel alive yet again in very much the same way. It’s not gonna be the same or feel the same. But it certainly will be worth it. It will be different but any less special.

Plus I still have more than a half of the last year of my twenties ahead. So, I have time not only to do all the crazy stuff I want and to make sure that my wave goodbye to my twenties won’t be a pitiful one.

After all, they all say 30’s are so much better!  Well, I’m still not convinced of that, and would much prefer to keep the ‘2’ as the first number indicating my age, but sooner or later (in fact in 7 months exactly) I’m gonna have to prove them right! Because I surely don’t want to prove them wrong, for my own sake 😉

So yeah, let’s use these last 7 months to enjoy life a little more. To risk a little more. To take a leap. And perhaps to plant the seeds of the future times of my life.

After all… do you really believe Baby and Johnny remained together after that summer? I don’t. I simply believe that summer has remained a dear and important memory, something they will always cherish and never forget, something that shaped them into the people they were meant to become. But something that has come to an end along with the summer. Though never really to an end in their hearts. And that’s how it’s always gonna be for me.

Without those years, there would not be me. Without those experiences, I would not be me. And without that much fun, I would not know the fun life can be.

So, I’m taking that time with me everywhere I go as a reminder of all of the above. And as a reminder why I want more. More of life. More of love. More of everything.