I’m 29, and sensing 30.
Yeah, it’s only a number, and when I enact the infinite mindset, time feels plentiful, buoyant with possibility.
But the decisions I make now will ripple into the future. How will I invest my time and energy?
I’m continually comparing my 29-year old self to my future, (potential) 85-year old self. How will my end-of-life self view my current self’s choices?
Will he say…
“well, you chartered the expected path, and you were able to forge a quality, meaningful life within that expected path…
But you were afraid to charter your own.”
My deepest, authentic self knowns that I need to own myself, create my own path, and blossom. I know that I must leave the cocoon and fly as a butterfly. I need to ferociously self-actualize.
But it’s uncomfortable. It means individuating from the tribe. It means asserting my own script while others look on, perturbed and perplexed.
Except I do have one supporter. My 85-year old self. He’s on the sideline, hooting and hollering with one humongous grin. He shouts..
“DO IT! LIVE THE LIFE OF YOUR DREAMS!!”
JB
