Merhav is saturnine

Its been a while that I've been thinking…thinking of junk, of clearing the cluttered space, of letting in sunshine in abundance…but its only been in thought, and my actions have been rather spacey.
Some decisions were hard to make, some were never made, some are taking too long to arrive at, and time mocks away at me- yeah bad hour day and like they all say- this too shall pass.
Now I long to be 25- a younger me, once upon a time, long long ago, believed that the age 25 is when you become smart and all that added jazz of the M word- yes yes it is Maturity, earn an Everest sized pay packet after working passionately in your Dream job, set a career graph that moves only upwards (blah and more)…err basically be a 'superwoman.'
But here I'm, soon turning this glorious age and am re stating more for assertion sake that I’ve done nothing of the above mentioned.
At 21 the crossroads seemed a messy job, today it is a little exaggerated and minimally comprehended. At 21 the hope was 25, at 25 I hope for a sane 30, rather a stable 30.
Agreed I have taken radical steps so far, done things for 'sake' sakes, have a neat record of wrong decisions, and I’m at the spot again – I’ve to move out, I’ve to move on, a different profession perhaps, new people, new place, stayed here for too long (feel like a furniture already.)
Only a matter of time when the golden age at TOI will see its end. Till then I shall grapple with the issue of Writers Block and yes…hope to turn an ideal 25