I'm...confused. Well, not really confused, that's a lie. I've never
been clearer in my direction and what I want. I think it's just
loneliness. Likely due to 30 looming so close.
I had plans for where I wanted to be in life by 30. They weren't even
outrageous plans like living in a bel-air mansion or owning a
fortune-700 company (fortune-500? that's 20th century talk). I just
wanted to be married (or engaged), working my dream job, at the end of
the day going to my own home. My home.
I feel like I'm back on
that island from 2008. Except with age comes experience, awareness. I
know more now. And it's so painfully obvious how quiet this island has
been.
I guess I am confused. I thought there would be progression. I still feel stagnant.
...maybe I'm just a late bloomer like my mom
