Just another day...
Well, it's about an hour after my 30th birthday. It came and went like nothing ever happened. I had the day off from work and I was psyched. I was going to play at least 18 holes of golf and then have a big party at one of the local establishments with a lot of people from work. None of that materialized. I did go to the driving range and sort of learn to hit my driver. That was good. However, the rest of the day was pretty much worthless. It happened again tonight. The same thing that happened 2 years ago. People all said they were going to be there and practically no one showed up. About 6 people did show up. At least I know those people really do think of me. Especially Autumn, she got me a Washington Nationals alternate fitted hat (which I love since I collect fitted MLB and MiLB fitted caps), as well as a cool book about Chicago baseball which I will read when I am more sober.
I guess I wish my life was different. Nothing that I've done or gone through in the past 10 years is what I had planned. I always figured by 30 I would have a family and a house and a decent job. However, I don't. I'm still better off than most. I guess I shouldn't complain.
I guess I wish my life was different. Nothing that I've done or gone through in the past 10 years is what I had planned. I always figured by 30 I would have a family and a house and a decent job. However, I don't. I'm still better off than most. I guess I shouldn't complain.