Spring 2009

I've got my whole life planned out on this 8x11 sheet of college-ruled paper, along with some side notes scribbled onto colorful post-its stuck onto my bookshelf. There they are, glaring at me, constantly reminding me of where I'm going and how I'm getting there. I'm not too sure how I feel about that. Its good to be organized, right? To have goals and to always keep them in mind? Or am I on the verge of paranoia? I've always had this vision of how my life would turn out - and now I'm not sure if that's what I really want, or if its just what seems safe and convenient. The last thing I want to do is to settle for something just for the sake of convenience.

I'm taking a leap. Time is the only thing standing in my way.