I really meant to blog more after turning 25. But my adult life has had this way of pulling me along on a very fast, strong current of work, bills, social stuff and more work! A lot of it is enjoyable. Some of it isn't. But I can say it has gotten in the way of my blogging and writing - part of the problem is also because I write all day every day for my job, so I don't always feel like writing or reading when I get home. But I've actually come to find that creatively writing and reading has become a major comfort and source of inspiration for me, in spite of the fact that I write for a living.
A quarter of a century. When I was little, I wasn't sure I'd make it this far. I lived recklessly - drugs, fast motorcycles, fast cars... everything fast, most moments of my life full of some friend or party... I have no regrets, only memories, and I'm satisfied with that.