I feel in a bit of a daze of late. It’s kinda swooped up on me, slapped me in the face whilst simultaneously throwing me in a choke hold. I don’t know if it was hitting another birthday; albeit they’ve never affected me before, or something else. 31. Thirty-funkin-one. Geez, is this where I’m supposed to be in life at 31? Really? My baby ticking clock hasn’t hit me, but my life one has, and damn has it knocked me off my feet.
Last night whilst out to dinner with some awesome friends, I made a wish whilst blowing out the birthday candles, and it’s big, and it’s huge, and it’s daunting. I’ve read enough psychology books to know if you’ve got a big fat goal you break it down into bite sized chunks, I get that. But this, this just seems epic, like I could be chewing for a lifetime and still never get there. It’s scary stuff.
*Types “life mentor” into Google and hits return*