I’ll be turning 30 in less than a week, and it’s starting to hit me how many goals I’ve still yet to accomplish. My aunt reminded me of a big one when she came to visit me a few months ago.
I apparently declared to her when I was younger that I would be a millionaire by the time I turned 30. She said I didn’t know how I was going to do it but that I knew it was going to happen. When she brought this to my attention recently, I asked her if I still had to hold myself to that statement since I’d completely forgotten about it. She informed me it still counted. Crap. Continue reading
The Procrastinating Writer 