It just hit me… I’ll be 30 next year. Out of the terrible twenties. I’m not sure if that’s significant or not.

Actually I’m not sure of anything anymore. I used to have my life semi-mapped out. I was covered til about 2009 or 2010. Go to college, get my degree, find a job, have some fun, yada yada. I can’t see that vision anymore. It’s locked away in some sort of time warp and the key seems to have been misplaced.

I’m questioning what I even want anymore. My mind seems to keep wandering to the freedom of roaming and travel. I’ve always been pretty sure what I wanted but as each day has turned into another month I become more confused. I don’t know what’s important and what’s not. It’s hard to see beyond one day let alone a month or a year.

I don’t make resolutions. I never have. I’ve spent my time setting goals and trying to see them through. I don’t know anyone who’s ever stuck to their resolutions. It’s almost like they’re made just so they can be broken. I’ve never liked the concept of breaking something I say I’ll do so I just stay away from that type of thing.

So in conclusion… I’d say I was just as confused today as I was yesterday.

Current Status: lacking euphoria, slightly evanescent, mildly misguided, and occassionaly flamboyant.