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Hello Mid-20s Crisis...

...Meet: April.

Last night on the way home from dinner with Chris's dad, I confessed to Chris that I have been feeling goal-less lately. Before December it was always: finish school, get a job, become an adult. Before that it was get a car and an internship, before that it was get good grades and work towards an internship, before that it was make the most out of high school and get a scholarship...etc...

I have always had a goal, and I'm not about to say that right now, at this very moment I am completely goal-less, because that is not true at all. I just don't feel like I have any relatively short-term goals lined up.

I have everything I want: a good job, a car...

[And here is the car in the snow upon my return from AZ. Thanks for that jolt back to reality, Alabama!]

...a cute little apartment... [complete with Chris's cat Gordo Cooper on occasion]

...bellchoir involvement, band, (I wish I had a piano, but the apartment just isn't conducive to that right now :-)).

So, I've been thinking about some goals to have, maybe learn how to crochet (can you teach me over skype, mom?), work out more, look for a house (this scares the crap out of me), work towards becoming a government employee and attending Navy Test Pilot School...etc...I would love to have some input. Maybe ya'll have some grown-up ideas of things you wished you would have accomplished "back-in-the-day" but didn't have time or something. Leave a comment!


  1. Get in shape and think glass this summer. Dad


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