what next?

Last weekend, I was in Charleston to celebrate my 32nd birthday. I went to Charleston because I still have a few of my college close friends there and because I could really use some sun.
I was expecting to go out and party this birthday away. Not that I really felt like partying, but that's what me and my girls do. Our motto in college was "you can't sleep your life away." The perfect excuse to go out until the crack-a-dawn.
And we did go out the first night. Until about 10pm... and then we called it a night.
The next night, we went to an early dinner, a college basketball game for old time's sake and then... hem, went back to the house. We laughed at each other for being such grandmas, but we were just happy to be together.
The exciting activity of the night was our tarot card reading.
The cards got us talking. The theme card was "dormant", all of us. We are all going through a time of not-much-going-on. A time of reflection. A time that seems so boring sometimes.
Maybe that's how the thirties feel?
After the wild times of the twenties, life slows down and our perception and expectations change. It's probably different if you have a family, but for us single women or childless married women, life slows to a near halt, giving us plenty of time to think and assess.
We feel "dormant" because we have that stability that we didn't have in our twenties: good jobs, houses (not me but they do), a car. We live comfortable lives without the constant money worry. Life has its routine feel. On the other hand, we don't have that urge to go out every weekend. We are not as passionate about whatever activity it was that we were so passionate about. In our cases, it was basketball. Our lives revolved around it. It dicated our every action: when to eat, when to sleep, when to go out, etc. It was what we knew, what go us going.
Now, with so much time on our hands, we find ourselves a bit lost.
It's nothing to freak out about, but we must ask ourselves: what next?
The next evening was my birthday night. We had big plans: go out! But first we stopped by an old friend's house, still wearing our jeans and T's. We talked the evening away, so since it was late, we ended up going out to dinner straight from his house - still in our jeans and T's. We had a nice, slow dinner in a fancy Southern cuisine restaurant. Then we headed back to our friend's house and they made me decide what I wanted to do for my birthday. I didn't have any desire to go out whatsoever, but I thought they did. So I felt really bad for suggesting to go home. When I saw my friend's relieved faces, I understood that the expectation wasn't to go shake our tail feathers...
So I'm 32. I'm where I want to be. I'm in the U.S. I have a good paying, interesting job. I have a nice apartment. I have a cute red mini cooper. I travel left and right whenever I feel like it. I go to my yoga classes. I play basketball once week. I'm sorta healthy. Life's good. I worked so hard for all of that. I'm where I wanna be.
But what next?