You're the 9 to 5, I'm the weekend

Am I listening to SZA?

No, I am listening to The Weeknd.

I had never written on this blog on my birthday, so here I am.

And no one reads this anyway, which is great.

I turn 31 today.

I feel so old, yet I still feel like a child.

I should stop starting all my sentences with "I".

Does that mean I'm egocentric? A narcissist? Probably.

I've just read an article on NYMag about taking charge of your life, and another one on MR about how "everything is copy". I should probably remember these two things.

I should probably also stop saying "I should".

Why am I always so strict and judgmental with myself?

I should probably also stop being that.

But how?

I guess that's what I will find out this year.

Trying to remember that I'm only human after all, and I'm just trying to figure this shit out.

But the most important thing to do is to stop waiting for my life to start.

Stop waiting for someone to save me.

I have to be who I am where I am.

Let's see if I manage to do that.