This year started off like every new year does, a little stressed about the idea of the unknown. I think in some form or another, we all go through it – wondering if we will reach the goals we have set for ourselves, doing the things we plan on doing, and living another day.
Coming into February, I was highly stressed. It was my twenty-eighth birthday this year. A good number, but one that has a lot of meaning. Thinking back to middle and high school, many of my heros were musicians, many didn’t make it to twenty-eight. Yes, my lifestyle is different, and no I don’t use drugs. The idea of these amazing musicians not even making it to thirty blows my mind. They did so much in such a short amount of time, then left us so quickly.
To say I’m afraid to die would not be accurate. I do, however have a long list of things I’d like to accomplish in life. I just want to make a dent in the universe before I’m gone. A possible serious stress when you grow up in a house effected with cancer, you learn to understand how quickly people can be gone from your life. I don’t forget that easily. I also try not to take anything for granted.
I was once a musician, more like a wannabe muscian. I did not want to join the 27 club.
