I have recently discovered that, at age 27, my life is not where I thought it would be. That the dreams and hopes that I have spent years cultivating, are no closer to becoming a reality then they were at the time of their conception. It has been a long road to get to this point. It took the purchase of a house, the birth of my brother's first child, and the woman I love explaining that I was not "the one" for her to realize that for the past decade, I have gone nowhere.
This is not an exercise in feeling bad. This is a new doctrine for the life of St. Joe. Things are going to change. Or things are going to stay the same, and I will be conscious of the fact that I am truly not as smart as I think I am.
To be a tad melodramatic, this is going to be the first day. Today, I clean house. Today, I wear my own skin for the first time. No more acting or saying something to please the masses. No more faining interest in things I only mildly like. No, today I am me.
