It seems like just yesterday I was all cranky pants about turning 30 and in a few weeks, I’ll be 31 already.

I could do the head scratch thing and wonder where the year went. I managed to squeeze a lot in, like trying a new job for a few months and getting engaged. At year’s end though, I’m pretty much where I left off my 20s.

I suppose what is so hard to accept is that this is it. This is my life. I get exactly one shot at it and I’ve already lost 30 of my years. That is scary. I can hardly imagine what a mid-life crisis is but it will no doubt be this times 1,000

I guess I need to make a “to do” list for my 31st year. I’m vowing to get it together before Peter Sarsguard, Wanda Sykes and that cute girl from “wedding Crashers” who is dating Borat and I call it another year. Yes, I celebrity birthday name drop. What of it?

So by March if I haven’t put up some kind of goal list, remind me. Be my conscience. Tap me on the shoulder and say “dude, what about your list.” I need a game plan before I look back in regret.