Wednesday, May 13, 2009
I will be 29 years-old this year. This still sounds strange coming out of my mouth. I am one year away from being 30. I never considered myself someone who had a problem with getting older until I actually started getting older. No one tells you how the last few years of your twenties fly by in a blur. Had I known I would have enjoyed them more. Right now I find myself thinking about where I thought I would be by this age. The space between vision and reality is an ocean. And this is what upsets me the most. I probably would have no problem with getting older if I had achieved all of the things I thought I would have by this point in my life. So, in a quest to save myself from shoulda coulda wouldas I am contemplating being drastic, being brave and being bold. And though this scares the shit out of me I know it's for my own good.