I’m thirty years old. Half way to thirty one actually. Where did the time go? Eighteen to twenty five is a complete blur. Not really sure where I went wrong. Did I go wrong? The universe doesn’t make mistakes, so I must have experienced exactly what I was supposed to.
In thirty years I have completed high school, college, and half of a master’s degree. I attended a service academy and in doing so, spent over three years in the military. I played lacrosse at the division 1 and division 3 levels. I have coached youth, high school, junior college and college lacrosse. Looking back, most of my life has been spent in or around the game of lacrosse. I honestly don’t think I would ever trade the experiences.
I do wish that I had broadened my horizons and spent more time on my academics. But, so it goes. When you’ve delved into an arena, it is hard to see over the walls. I wish I had attended a small, liberal arts college from the beginning. I wish I had developed my writing ability and become a writer or a journalist from the start. I wish.
The good news is that I hopefully have so much more time to develop my writing ability. I am currently in a period of stagnation in terms of creativity. No story lines are coming to mind. It is both frustrating and liberating. There is no pressure to produce pages. I have already completed a full manuscript. Vanity publishing only feels so satisfying. I am hoping to send it out to publishers over the course of the next few years.
Over the course of thirty years, I have most importantly become a husband and a father. In doing so, I have the responsibility of passing on my limited knowledge and experiences onto the next generation of my family. I am so blessed to have the opportunity. The pressure is immense, but it will all work out. Part of me wishes to be young again, but, I am exactly where I am supposed to be. The sky is the limit and I need to make the most of the next 30 years. Onward and upward.