quarter life crisis

I have come to the conclusion that I am currently undergoing my quarter life crisis. In a way, it seems somewhat unrealistic that such life span actually exists, yet I am a believer. And I have decided to spend the next month describing and articulating the various emotional struggles that come along with such crisis.

In these past few months, the editorial content of my blog has suffered immensely. In quality and humor. It can’t be much more exciting than watching girls play soccer and most of my readership stems from the nurses forced into it by mother. And the old American fighter pilots at the Plettenberg English Club who translate the entries for my dear mother.

Anyhow, I am undergoing my quarter life crisis and for the next 30 days, I am going to let you be part of it. It will be fun, exciting, boring and most importantly, therapeutic.