This is not so old. At all, really.
Yet I feel as if I am going through a quarterlife crisis.
OK, don't laugh.
I'm calling it What Color is MY Parachute (after the best-selling book of the same name of which I procured a copy through work). I mentioned disgruntled feelings a few posts back. I'm not really sure what I want but I know the status quo isn't cutting it for me. As detailed on my recent bucket list post, I want to do a lot. In fact, I kind of want to do it all and then some. But I can't exactly be a career woman AND write a novel or go for my Master's and become a publishing big wig while living in London or some other foreign country. And I can't have this all and have kids in five years or can I? Scratch that last one.
My point simply is I'm still figuring it all out. I hear some of you right now and what you're saying is to the tune of "Duh!" If you were standing in front of me you'd surely be telling me that no one has it figured out, that I am young and have time to make choices and make mistakes. I know I will figure it out. What I want to be when I grow up, that is.
Do you know?