"You're 32 years old and you've achieved nothing. Jesus Christ was dead and alive again by 33. You better get crackin'." - Jim Byrd (George Clooney) in Confessions of a Dangerous Mind

Putting aside the insane standard to live up to, there is wisdom in that line. (I'm 31 and a half, but if you round up, it still totally applies.)

What have I achieved in my life? Two college degrees, no jail time, a body free of bullet wounds and debilitating disease, a massive soundtrack collection, managing not to get fired from any of my jobs. Sure. But what have I done in life? What will my legacy be? There are quite a few documents online that bear my real name (Wentworth J. Whistlestop*, by the way), but, in real life, how will people remember me?

Most likely as that Black guy who never said much (unless you catch me in a bad mood at work, then you'll remember me as the sarcastic Black guy with a bad attitude; as insane as it sounds, those people may hate me, but they will remember me).

I'd like to be remembered as someone who wrote a movie, if I could get off my ass and get the final steps taken to finish my scripts. I have a lot of blog posts sitting on my dashboard and I figure that that's a strong metaphor for my life. I start on something, then I lost interest and move on to something else, until I lose interest in that and go on to yet another thing and if I'm lucky, I move on to the first thing I started and get close to finishing that.

There's not much more for me to say (mainly because I think I've forgotten what it was), but I should probably get crackin'.

* - Of course, this isn't my real name.