Lately there’s been so much on my plate and so much to think about. I’m 29. I’ll be 30 in seven months. Fucking 30 years old. Ugh. I’m at the point I should have a good job, a family, a house, etc. A friend of mine had posted about this on FB tonight and it reminded me about everything I’ve been feeling lately. I feel so much pressure to get married and have a grandchild for my mother it’s ridiculous.
My friend gave me some advice tonight. They said “Do the shit you want to do now.” Don’t wait. I want to be a music journalist. Like another post from a few days ago, someone told me to try to find a new passion, a new interest. That fucking rubbed me the wrong way. Somehow I am going to do the shit I want to do now.