I’m approaching 30 years old, and recently walked past the building where I was born. It is now rubble. I wonder whether I need to cast myself a little further from where I began my independent existence.
I do not have enough time to engage in all the hobbies that I enjoy, let alone spend as much time as I would like to with the people I care about. I try to look at this positively: it means I am never without something to do, so I am never bored.