My mother grew up in a less than fortunate environment, she came from a poor family and was a middle child. As a result, she was somewhat neglected. She didn’t have very many opportunities to go to school and never became educated, she has a tremendous amount of life experience, but is academically inferior. She doesn’t have a college degree, I don’t think she even has a high school diploma. But she still tried to be a tiger mom.
I recently turned 30 years old. Initially I had a substantial amount of trepidation about it. I’m single, still in college, no career, and I don’t have any savings. For all intents and purposes I kind of felt like I was still a kid and I knew I wanted more out of life.
Reflecting is something I do somewhat frequently. Perhaps too frequently. It usually results in being a bit too over analytical with things that have no real significance. But I decided that 2014 deserved a closer look.