Lost in translation.

Hello, my name is Robbie, I'm turning 30 years of age this month and I have a 5 year old Shetland Sheepdog. Currently unemployed and living in a time where the Zombie Apocalypse is around the corner. To top it off, a man of two dates broke up with me via text this morning, keep in mind I'm typing all of this with a smile, haha. I feel pretty good about it actually... I wake up knowing that every day is an adventure, and it's my job to keep moving my body. This morning I woke up at 6am to run the stairs at the beach... while there I saw about 30 - 40 surfers doing what they love. That's just it, I think I've accomplished most the things on my checklist: Ivy League representation, nationally recognized athlete and I started a successful non-profit at the age of twenty-three. This is the true adventure, what's next? Where will I go? Who will I meet and what opportunities will come from complete darkness? There's only a bright future if you change your mindset about current and think forward? I know that sounds horrible but with every story of success there's a depressing saga. You just have to visualize you're that pioneer in the buff. Why am I writing this? Because I like writing my thoughts down, I like journaling and creating an online community. It's how I was raised through FaceTheJury, MySpace, Facebook and Instagram... almost 20 years of expressing my cognitive self. So here I am world, with all my Fox Paws ;) Good afternoon Steemit.