With my lifestyle, I’ll be a medical miracle if I live beyond 53 or 54 years of age. And on the 29th of October, barely two months away, I will enter my 30th year. Almost half my life has gone by, and I’m sitting in the dark wondering what I’ve achieved so far and what I plan to do for the second half. I seem to be stuck at the intermission for the past few months.
When I look back on what I’ve done in my life so far, a lot of things stand out as being above average, but nothing stands out as being phenomenal. “Been there, done that,” seems to be motto I lived my life for the past twenty-nine years. Radio Jockey, journalism, salesman, writing, public relations, entrepreneur, serial dater and party freak. Now that I look back on those years, all I see is a lot of confusion. I have a goal in life and I am yet grappling with the tools needed to achieve that goal.
I think growing up sucks.
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