Ease up on your anxiety attacks about accomplishments (or purported lack thereof)though–take a look at the many writers who have had their greatest artistic successes after 50, 60 or 70, not to mention 30 or 40.

You’ll worry yourself to an early grave as my grandma would have said (she wasn’t much for worrying and lived to 101), and then you won’t ever be able to accomplish all that we who have been reading you know you are capable of.

You have to find Sanctuary.

30 isn’t nearly as bad as you might think. Since you and I are apparently the seperated at birth anxiety twins of Doom, I can assure you that once you focus your anxiety and doubt into other corners of your life, 30 and a lack of physical accomplishments (because in our minds, our intentions have written the most amazing stories every told, right?)sort of becomes a non-issue. And 31 is even better because you start growing these synaptic bridges where caring about the lack of accomplishments dissolves away and you accept the fact that you’ll die never having contributed to the better part of humanity. I’m completely serious. And yet, we’re a happy people, regardless. The best advice is to stick around here and let the Blog take care of you and show you new things. You’re on the right track, my friend.