adorable.
Now, 22 years later, the adult (ha) version of that screaming new born is going through a similar, although less traumatic (and less messy), experience. A new chapter in my life has just begun. And I can't help but think about everything that has led me here.
Lately, I've been focusing a lot on regrets. A lot of my attention has been put on my weaknesses and how I could have worked harder in my past to overcome them. I've become slightly obsessed with fantasies about what life could be like right now if only I had put a little bit more time and energy into myself in high school and the years following graduation.
Luckily, I'm still young and have a lot of time to grow and learn. Right?
Simply put, the clock is ticking. I don't want to wake up in another 22 years and realize that all my dreams and ambitions passed me by.
I need goals. Fortunately I'm really really good at making goals.
Unfortunately, I'm a failure when it comes to reaching them.
Please bless that the next 22 years are more productive than the first 22 have been.
-mikey-