Now that I am on the wrong side of 30 and drifting, slowly but surely, towards a me-shaped hole in the pavement, I am painfully aware of doors slamming shut and all the things that I can no longer have.
A career in a proffession that allowed me to punch at my intellectual weight would have been nice, but it's unrealistic to think that could happen any more. That window of opportunity belongs to the young.
In this respect I am my own worst enemy. I had more chances than a lot of people do, but I let them slide, for various reasons.
I've often thought about a stable long-term relationship and maybe a family, however I know that I am not suited to this way of life and that, if I found myself in that kind of domestic situation, it would make me deeply unhappy.
I don't really know what I want out of life, but I'll know it when I see it.
