10 years from now where do you want to be? How about just 5? A month?

It’s a cheesy, cliche question they pound your eardrums with throughout elementary and middle school. High school too, but at that point it’s not a whisper, they scream it into the side of your head until your brain leaks out through your ears. The point of the exercise is to get the blood pumping and at least have a fuzzy picture of the future rattling around in your noggin. It’s supposed to be healthy. I say it’s only healthy depending on the person.

Overall it’s a pretty stupid concept. Of course at one point or another a person is going to stop in their tracks and say: “What am I doing with my life? Where should I go? What do I want to be? Is this shirt too tight? I went with a size smaller because I’m trying to lose weight….as long as I don’t lift my arms all the way up I should be good, but that’s a rather limited range of motion…shit why do I drink so much beer? I’ve got a dad bod in training and I don’t even have any offspring yet…good thing dad bod’s are in right now.” Ya’ll get the message. Much like the movie “Sideways”, (which I’m currently obsessed with) we don’t always end up where we want to be, but if we stay true to who we are none of that really matters. I feel like too many people get caught up with everything else in life that they forget that simple fact. What’re we in control of most in this world? Ourselves.

It’s super easy at this age to get distracted, frustrated, infuriated. All of the above, but I beg you folks, don’t rush this odd thing called life. Not everything has to happen now. Good gravy I sound like a motivational speaker. Whatever, as long as I get through to someone at least for a second I don’t give a shit how lame I sound.