Glass half empty

So here I am, one day into my 35th year, another year along the path to dusty death. Sure, on the bright side I made it through another year, but the other side of the coin is I have one year less left. Since the men in my family are not statistically long-lived I am inclined to live my life like a bull in a china shop, yet in order to survive from day to day I am a calf in a veal-fattening pen.

Yeah, I'm biding my time and cleaning up some of the mess I accumulated in my 20's and by my 35th birthday I should be pretty much clear of those mistakes, but a year seems like a long time. I want things to happen faster. I want things to happen now. I've already wasted too much time.