I’ve set some goals to reach by the time I get there, but now I feel like I’ve frittered away the time. Even when I haven’t it still feels that way. Normally, goals don’t make me freak out, but this year I feel anxiety as my birthday approaches even when there’s still a third of a year left.
When 6 months hit, I was freaked out. Five months made it even worse. Now I just have a creeping anxiety of being in my 30s as ridiculous as that may seem.
But I’ll make it. Even if I cannot accomplish all of my goals, I have already accomplished a few. Let’s rejoice in the small victories, and carry on our enthusiasm to tackle new projects with greater determination.