So. This is what, you know, quarter life and shit, really feels like. Everyone I know is headed somewhere–rasing kids, building families, settling into office careers, diving into business ventures, and whatnot–and I still feel like the kid who held a pen in her hand, scanning the courses our school offered, and not knowing what the heck to put down in the “First Choice” field of my college entrance exam form.

I turn 25 this year (ack!), and for me that means </frolicking>, if that indeed is what I’ve been doing since I graduated. I told myself I wanted a chance to enjoy first, to squander the money I make however I want, whenever I want. And when I reach 25, work and saving and life becomes serious bizniz.

I really don’t know where to start. I wish I can download some sort of e-book on How to Live Your Life Properly or some other crap like that, but we all know it doesn’t work that way. The only way to do this thing, and do it well, is to take leaps of faith–eyes closed, fingers crossed. Both feet, Humphrey.

2010 brings a lot of promise. I can soar or I can fall flat on my face, I can’t really tell for sure. I want to say and to believe that it’s all up to me. Perhaps it is. Perhaps it’s time to leave the safety of my nest and really learn to fly.