I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. But I know what everyone else wants me to be. 19. No that would just be me.
It’s the last day of the year and another step being taken towards 30.
Your twenties are not the swinging times that those before you may have suggested and you fear THE thirties will be worse. Does one downplay the fact that being thirty and single is not flirty but just depressing? Maybe I should just tune out when my family starts to take up the conversation that I’m not doing much with my life despite my efforts.
Or perhaps I WOULD be better off working 40 hour weeks training to be something I don’t want to be in television. ‘Cause you know, it’s TV! How can you not be into that?
It’s easy. Just watch me not care.
That sets the tone for the New Year: I don’t care, anymore!
