I have 7 months left of my 20s. 7 freaking months. What the frick, where has the time gone?! As I am approaching 30 with what feels like the speed of lightning, I am trying to stick my finger in the ground and try to get my bearings. Like I remember when my mom turned 30 and at that age, she had moved around the world, got married, had a kid, separated, and reinvited herself by going back to uni. Superwoman much? I’m just over here trying to find the energy to put pants on. So I decided it was time I sat down, and had a HARD look as to where my life is headed. Or actually where my life was supposed to be headed according to 19 year old me.