…to the next 10
10 years ago, all I wanted to be was as old as I am now, note I did not say I wanted to be me now, I said as old as I am now huge difference. I thought life would be easier, simpler, I would be older more independent, have real money of my own to use willy nilly, lunch at the Meikles with my other wealthy friends.. right let’s laugh together as I indulge in some humble pie.
Man oh man!!! here I am 10 years later and wish I could go back to me 10 years ago and J.U.ST E.N.J.O.Y M.Y L.I.F.E and live in the present not the future. Youthie me worried a lot, if I wasn’t worrying about passing my diploma it would be about whether my mother would be able to raise the exam fee. If I wasn’t worrying about going to a proper university, it would be about making it in life. And 10 years later here I am and my worries have graduated and the part that sucks is that the worrying never ends, you worry before you reach a certain phase of your life and when you reach it you worry about the next and when you reach it you are worrying about the next thing and on and on till your last breath. It’s a terrible way to live but if we are honest, it happens to the best of us.
The real part that sucks is that worry stops you from living your life. I honestly believe that while I am on earth I should have a Heaven on Earth kind of life. Fair and fine not every day will be rosey but come on the good times have to tip the bad over. This is something that has become even more important for me now as I turn 30 and to be honest I am super excited about now and the next 10 despite the fact that today at this moment in time I am not where I envisioned myself to be 10 years ago but anything can happen in a year, ANYTHING!!!! I had decided that this year I am doing the whole vision board thing but I discovered something cooler, a bujo aka bullet journal. I will write about it in March and maybe even let you in on mine. I have decided to set my mind full time on who I really want to be, and just not give room to worry, like I cannot afford in 10 years to look back and be like man I worried about nothing. The drum might be the same but the rhythm has to change, you can’t keep dancing to the same tune over and over again, same dance same tune for years on end, that’s boring!!!!
2018 was by far the worst year in my adult life, the ending was better though thank God so here is to a great year, the beginning of many great things, great habits and turning 30 and having a blast whilst I am at it, living Heaven here on Earth and enjoying everyday life with that fire of a handsome man I call mine.
