Sunday I turned thirty-one years old. I didn’t do any major celebrating. I went to my hometown and let my family sing happy birthday to me. The older I get the less I feel like celebrating. I guess that’s just the way it is…

As has been the case in the past, I’ve been thinking a lot about my life. I’m not where I thought I would be at this point in my life. I’m not really disappointed with life. I just thought I would have┬ámore to show for my thirty-one years on this earth.

A big part of me feels restless. It feels like I should be doing more with my life. I can’t really explain it. This is part of the reason why I haven’t been blogging. I’ve been thinking but it doesn’t seem like my thoughts go anywhere these days…at least not enough to sit down and blog.

I wonder if this is normal for someone my age who doesn’t have any children and isn’t married. When the only person you have to think about is yourself does it drive emptiness and restlessness?

Perhaps if I had other people depending on me I would be more focused and driven. I don’t know. Then again, there are some people who are married and have children yet they lack focus and drive.

I don’t know.