I turned 30 in January. Other than having to remember to stop putting 2 in front of my age, the only thing that has changed are the questions I ask myself.
I used to ask myself when I’ll become a millionaire. Now the question of income sits at the back of my mind as a constant passenger. It’s there, but I don’t think about it much whereas before, it was a question that I thought about a few times a day.
I ask myself what I want to do in the next decade of my life.
I don’t know if I’ll be alive at 40, but if I am, I hope I’d have published a few fiction books.