It’s 2015 and there are no flying cars. How disappointing.
A couple months back, my nephew turned 9 and there is no greater reminder of how much time has passed than a growing child that you have once held in your arms almost a decade ago.
I’ve been rereading my post for the past decade this last couple of days and some of them made me cringe with embarrassment while some brought back heartfelt memories of struggle and bliss.
I’m turning 30 this year and I have all sorts of things running through my head yet I have this big pit of fire burning in my belly waiting to be unleashed.
Thirty is a big one for me and I intend to transform my life from hereon.
But I don’t have any idea how just yet. Awesome.