Time Is Running Out

It has been weeks since I last wrote anything in this blog. During the span of time that I was not able to write anything down a lot of things have happened.

I have grown a year older, for one. I've been walking God's green earth for 27 years, and as I begin my 28th year I realize a lot of things.

Time is running out. That line so f*cking applies to me right now. So many things to do, so little time to do it. And it's not just because I've got really crappy time management skills, oh no. I've gotten better at managing my time recently. Balancing work and shit and home and shit and lather, rinse, repeat.

But time IS running out. On a lot of things. I'm not getting any younger. Have a lot of things I want to do before it would be too late. I've been exercising in the gym religiously nowadays, wanting to extend (hopefully) the number of years I have left. Then I am also saving up for the day when I settle down (hopefully with Maica). Sadly my impatience is getting the best of me. I want results from working out, and I want them now. I want money so I can move out on my own and get married and I want it now.

Sadly life doesn't work that way. You've got to work at what you want, and work I will.

But time is running out, and that's all you need to know.

Out.