The introduction of my 30th year of life is almost upon us. Have I been in a cocoon of innocence and is this cocoon about to break open and unleash a tattooed, chain smoking butterfly? The world will have to wait and see, in fact I cannot be certain about the events that shall befall my life after 30. I can remember as a child thinking 30 was a long way off and really old. Now I feel like an 18 year old advanced to a late age. The age old feelings of regret and wonderment at life. Could I have spent less, saved more, led a life more on the path of the good lord? The answer is yes but tricks come in the application.
Wesley A. Bridle comes from a rural upbringing on the New Hampshire Seacoast. A strong background in the blogging medium and a bigger interest in publishing forced his hand to create American NonFiction. We are pretty Jazzed.
Currently, Wesley resides in the star lined sidewalks of Hollywood. The change in climate is nice, but the world is still filled with mundane insanity. He will be sure to point it all out to you.
The introduction of my 30th year of life is almost upon us. Have I been in a cocoon of innocence and is this cocoon about to break open and unleash a tattooed, chain smoking butterfly? The world will have to wait and see, in fact I cannot be certain about the events that shall befall my life after 30. I can remember as a child thinking 30 was a long way off and really old. Now I feel like an 18 year old advanced to a late age. The age old feelings of regret and wonderment at life. Could I have spent less, saved more, led a life more on the path of the good lord? The answer is yes but tricks come in the application.
Was the price of this life, worth the moments? The precious moments of laughter, glee, and steamy. Of course the moments of life are worth the price of admission. I remain my biggest fan, aside from my mother, and the looking glass world is still a maze of strangeness. I live in the best place in the best time of our collective history.
30 is a mile stone in a longer adventure. I am not attached to a machine yet and music hardly ever gets too laud. I live, I breath, and I will continue to do so.
WHAT TO DO NOW?