This is about me. I am a writer who never lived up to the timeline I made for myself when I was 18. All I did was get farther and farther behind. Now, I’m in late middle age and I wonder what the hell happened. I could give up my dreams and think about the future, a different future from the one I had planned. Or I could still find away to accomplish those old goals of mine. Find a way to live up to my own expectations.