At the age of 29, I feel like I’m running out time. Of course, everyone tells me that its silly to believe I’m running out time, that I’m still young. In my head I had a timeline, where I would meet my love at 27 have a child by 29, have a career I love and just enjoying life. Apparently life had other plans…the irony is that for someone who is not much of a planner, I’ve had a life planned out for myself.
Now I’m at a point where I have to accept that it’s not too late for me. That I shouldn’t feel pressured to settle just because I feel time is ticking away. Its like I have confined myself in this belief, and I’m trying to break free from my thoughts. The pressure of time has blinded me of my true feelings, there’s still time for me to find my dream.
Saving My First Kiss - Lisa Velthouse