I HAVE A PLAN

Everyone I know is either moving up, moving on, moving in together, having kids, getting hitched, getting married, getting older, settling down, settling in, building a home, making plans, starting a business, leveling out, or doing nothing at all.

I'm at that age where I'm supposed to suddenly grow up while simultaneously wrapping my arms around the idea of enjoying my youth, all while genetically finding myself at a time where I am scared beyond articulation of making a mistake. I have no answer for you, or myself. I cannot offer any conceivable proclamation of suitable action to be taken, though I can urge you to allow yourself to know that you are not alone in your despair or frustration.

This is one person telling another that I understand. I see that it's not only an expectation to grow, but a desire as well. And although it might feel like time is fleeing, it's not. Time is as it always has been; plentiful and generous to those who are patient.

We have time. If we didn't, we'd be dead.

On that note, who wants to move to New York?

-Vicodin Beach