We’re gonna start this one just like we did the last one. Happy belated Birthday to my silly ass! Yay me! And while I definitely love and appreciate everyone who contacted to wish me a happy birthday, that list seems to be a little shorter than it has been in recent years. But it’s all good. I still love me!

Now, I’m now starting to feel my age. I know you’re probably wondering, “How does 27 feel?” I’m not saying that I feel my precise age, but I feel as if I’m more of an adult version of myself than in past years. But that statement feels like its a little weighted now. I definitely feel like I’ve done some growing up, but I think my father’s death is what really pushed me to where I am now. And that’s kinda the scary part. I’m at a point in my life where I feel like I’m standing at a fork in the road, but I’m not too sure which path to take. They both appear to start out the same, but I’m not able to see past the short-term. And that’s where the loss of my father comes into play. If he were here right now, I could go to him & ask his opinion (Well, I wouldn’t really have to ask, he would just volunteer it. Constantly) so I gain a little more insight into what laid ahead of me. But I don’t really have anybody that I can go to like that. That’s not to say that I don’t have people in my life who’s advice isn’t invaluable to me, but nobody can fill that void. Either because they aren’t going to speak to me in a way that I’m going to understand or because they haven’t reached the same point in their life. So I guess I’m kinda stuck figuring this one out by myself. But hey, that’s a part of growing up…