Are We There Yet?
January 31st, 2008
Was just thinking: I’m 34 years old. Aren’t I supposed to, you know… aren’t I supposed to have arrived by now? Going by our assumptions when we were young, I mean; when I was 10, 11, 12, even a little older, I’m sure if you had asked me what I would do/be when I was 34, I would have said: an artist, or a writer, or a musician. Depending when you asked. But one thing’s for sure: I was pretty confident that whatever I was going to be, by the time I reached the ripe old age of 34, I was certainly going to be it by that time.
So why the heck do I still feel I’m not there?
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