I recently turned the ripe young age of 37.
For you obnoxious youngens who have issues with growing older, that is STILL considered young. Your age does not factor into how old you feel, behave or think. In fact, most people would say I have the mindset and sense of humor of a teenage boy lol! I cannot help my mind stays in the gutta 24/7/365 (or in this year’s case 366).
And while I do not have issues with my age as a number, I do indeed have issues with the impending dreaded number that is now three years in front of me.
It never fails. Every New Year since the age of 35, I have had these cry myself to sleep moments where I question my every existence. I wonder if and when I’ll finally get off my lazy ass and do something more than what I am doing currently.
I wonder if I’ll have that house with the dream kitchen I’ve been pinning so furiously about.
I wonder if my daughter will seek me out.
I wonder if I’ll have another child or two. twins or triplets would be great God so i only have to be pregnant once.. thaaaaaanks.
I wonder if I’ll land that dream job I’ve always dreamed of and/or talked about. Sports Illustrated I’m talking to you!
So much pondering yet little to no action behind my endless day dreaming.
This New Year I am not making any resolutions as I don’t usually make good on them in the first place. This year I think I’m just going to take each and every day one at a time. I don’t want to plan my life out anymore. Partly because I continuously set myself up for failure and disappointment. Partly because I don’t know what I want to do with my life anymore.
All I DO know is that life is too short and I feel that my life is wasting away by doing nothing with it. I know how utterly depressing of me to say but I’m in that kind of mood right now.
Anyway… thank you again for following me on this journey called life. I promise to one day get better at this blogging thing!
Thanks for reading…
the southern yankee
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