i remember when i was a little kid i used to imagine all kinds of different realities for myself at age 25. why 25? why weren't you playing outside? i don't know! i was weird, ok!
and i realized, all things considered, that i haven't done all that bad for myself. i don't know if that's because i'm good at reaching goals (not likely), or because i was a rather realistic child, but either way i'm rather pleased.
however, this reflection did leave me pondering: "where the heck is my ferrari?!"
...what? yeah, i know i just wrote a blog like 30 minutes ago! ...what? yeah, i know this one wasn't any better than the last! we already talked about you lowering your expectations, right?