24

My 24th birthday brought on an unexpected anxiety. Mainly that I'm not in my early twenties anymore and I haven't accomplished what I had envisioned I would accomplish by this time in my life.  I never had a real vision, but I knew I wanted to be one who did big things young. And by young, I mean early twenties.  This dream is quickly slipping away while I try to save myself from complacency.  I know, I'm still young, and I have many more years to accomplish the big goals in my life.  But, to be honest, I hate that excuse -- my anxiety has much less to do with age and much more to do with my experiences. Having experienced what I have in my life, I would like to think that I have something to show for it besides writing and ideas. But really, that's all I've got.