It's my 29th birthday tomorrow.

I can't help but think of everything that lies ahead of me - everything, that, I hope to God, is certain to lie ahead of me.
I can't help but think of all the things I have not yet accomplished, how tragically much everything means to me, how many disappointments people have showed themselves to be.

Back in LA, again. Back to the hustle, the dreams, the rough roads, the ups and downs and the jumping through hoops and more hoops.  We're back here, I guess.

So it's here, again.  Things are uncertain, unpredictable, unstable.

The truth is, I've been stacking up the credit card bills.  I've decided to start temping again, while pursuing real estate part-time.

I'm almost 30 years old.  No one ever tells you that the moments of self-doubt never seem to die out - there's always some strain of it around, and kicks up from time to time.

I've decided, also, that this is it - 2012. This is my year.  This is the year that it's going to happen. This is the year that it's happening. This is my year.

2012, baby.

And if no one buys me cake tomorrow, I'll buy it myself.