T minus 1

Thirty minus one. Today.

I've not been one who makes goals. Never had a list of things to do before twenty five. Or Thirty. Or Thirty five. Or some other random age. Which is a good thing. Because I would most likely be in a panic now. Would probably have a tonne of things unaccomplished, with time rapidly running out within which to accomplish them.

I've been in pretty hyper-introspective mood the past three months. 29 years is a lot to mull over. Hopefully it's served it's purpose, and I'll be better off.