Since time has decided to be on my side for once, I have time to think.
In less than three months, I’ll be the big 3-0.
I’m having a rough time with it. I always thought I’d be in a much better place in life by now. I swear… NONE of the goals I set for myself at 18 have been accomplished.
So what’s a girl to do? Cry? Get more depressed than I already stay?
On to Plan B: make a new set of goals with my 40th birthday as the deadline.
What are my goals, you ask?
Well, I’ll tell you…