I turned 34 a few days ago. While there was celebration at reaching another year of being on this Earth, there was also disappointment at being another year closer to 40. I don’t really feel that old, not yet anyway. It’s not much different to when I was 33, when it took me a while to get used to saying I was. Kind of like getting used to writing 2015 instead of 2014 (that must have taken me about three weeks).
Anyway, now that I am another year older, I feel like I should begin to be more of an adult. I feel like I have most of the bases covered already – a job, a credit card, responsibility for paying bills, etc. but I know that there’s more. I feel like as much as I am a grown up, I feel like there’s so many things that I’m lacking. Things that I thought I would have got by now, places I thought I would have got to. It’s got to the point where I’m wondering if where I am is all that there is for me. Sometimes, it’s as if I don’t really know who I am.
Maybe it’s about time I tried to find out.