It is scary to think that I would ever became this old, old and cynical. Yet, I'm relieved. Enough shit has been dealt to me maybe life will leave me alone for a while. The least I've learned how to handle all those curve balls. Yet, I'm confused. Maybe I'm skilled enough to bounce the balls back, but do I know how to challenge the challenger? Yet, I'm optimistic. If I've survived life this well making all the random choices, there is no reason to doubt that things won't work out on their own in the future. Maybe 29 is the year that I take charge, that I say to the past enough is enough, that I march onto my dreams and demand nothing less in return.