Day four of my writing challenge and I’ve already missed a day. My time management needs some work. I did at least start an entry, but I can’t make just make excuses.
Uncertainty seems to be a running undercurrent among my peers lately. This must be that point, where school is a distant memory for us, five day work weeks have been the steady reality for a decade now, and the reality has started to creep in that we’re hitting the ceiling of our potential if we follow our current path. It’s the plateau that brings about home ownership, marriage proposals and children, or a complete and utter personal reinvention, knowing that the old vision of personal triumph that was started so long ago has only so much life left in it. That point where we start to compare our lives to where our parents were at our age, and try to weigh the pros and cons. I have a feeling the landscape a few years from now will be almost unrecognizable from where we are today.