I just had the worst epiphany ever

Ever since I was a teenager, I have looked forward to my 30s and 40s. I always thought that would be the best time of my life. By then I would understand who I was, and I would be settled into my life. (I also assumed I would be married and have kids. No problem on the first one; so much for the second one. But I digress.)

I didn’t spend much time thinking about the meantime, but I guess I assumed I would get all the “exploring” out of the way, get all that “figuring stuff out” done so I could relax.

I’m twenty-seven years old. I’ve barely explored anywhere, and I haven’t figured out anything!

What am I doing with my life? Why am I sitting around in my underwear reading blogs and watching MacGyver at 4 in the freaking afternoon?

I may be somewhat “trapped” by our current lack of funds, but that doesn’t mean I can’t do anything! It just means I have to try harder to make the things I want to do work out.

But instead, I’ve just been sitting around whining and wishing.

I’m going to run out of “exploring” time before I’ve actually done anything!