I’ve recently been reminded that I am getting older. And I’m constantly reminded that I still have hardcore dreams and goals that are on the table for me to complete. I am also constantly reminded that time runs short.
For the last two years (well longer than that really) I’ve live a very carefree life. I’ve finessed my way out of any stretch of normal responsibilities. I have no student loans thanks to my full-ride scholarship in undergrad. No car note. No lease agreement because I was afraid that the commitment would interfere with my “pick up and go” attitude. I mean just imagine how devastated I would be to wake up and want to move to Italy and not be able to because of a crappy 12 month lease. Nope….no cramping my style. In addition, I run like hell away from any serious relationship or anyone thinking of falling in love with me. I have no children. And I finessed my way out of ever paying a cell phone bill. The list goes on and on…
I am pleased to say that I’ve loved every single thing about this carefree life. I’m young enough to live free. But recently I can’t help but think of when the right age would be to start living a “serious life”. You know….full of stress and worry…responsibilities and such. Whenever that time is I hope it’s not soon. I’m wise enough to see exactly what’s going on in life and what needs to happen. And young enough not to give AF.
Thanks for reading my rant….Cheers to being young and free.
Written 11/5/15 4:02pm