Wow, how the time flies. A part of me is tempting to write out a morose journal lamenting all I’ve yet to achieve in that time, at the wasted time and lost opportunities.

However, it’s not like I’ve spent 30 years doing nothing. The first 18 were spent growing up and being in school and such, and the next 3.5 working my butt off in college. Going by that math, I’ve only really been “out in the world” with total freedom to follow any path and embrace the adult world for roughly 8 years or so. 8 years is both a long time and a little time. Have I made the most of it? I’m sure I haven’t, to my regret, but I can not say with honesty that it was a complete waste either. But looking ahead, I’ve still got a good 30-40 years ahead of me before I consider something like retirement.

So, 8 years behind me in a sense, and perhaps 40 ahead. So while I’ve gone from young man to an established adult without getting where I “want”, and that’s still a less than clearly defined thing, I still have a lot of time available to me. I still have time. As the old adage, or perhaps cliché, goes; it’s never too late. So yeah, I’m 30 years old, not where I want to be, but still looking up and working on changing that. One I crest the “hill” at 40, I’m aiming for the view to be more to my liking.