The new year has me a bit down. Later this year, I'm turning 35, and I think I'm going to feel it.
Granted, I realize how blessed I am. But I feel as though I've somehow "arrived," and while I like it, I feel locked in. That's never a feeling I've necessarily been good at accepting.
Is it too late to ride off into the sunset, to find the next adventure? Some day, will I look back and laugh at the idea that 35 is "old"?