Three epiphanies I’ve had this week as part of my annual birthday-induced existential crisis:
1. I am entirely too self-focused in my thinking about life, the universe, and everything.
2. I’m not telling a good story with my life right now. I’ve hit some kind of weird wall, and I don’t know how to get over it.
3. I need concrete goals to work toward instead of vague, nebulous ones, or else I’ll never work for them.
So what does all that mean? Well. Stay tuned. Let’s just say things might start getting interesting soon.