Right now I'm feeling an influx of the following emotions: anxiety vs. assurance, crazy vs. cool, restlessness vs. relaxation, clarity vs. confusion. I HATE to admit, EVER, that hindsight is 20/20, but more often nowadays, I find my inner critic nananana-booing inside my head, "Hind-dight iz dwenny, dwenny... You shoulda thought about that BEFORE you went ahead and did..."
At any rate, so this must be the dawn of my OFFICIAL quarter-life crisis. In about 3 months or so, I'll reach the marker. I was thinking that I'd been in crisis for about 2 years now, and was hoping that by the time I turned 25, I could make like Kool and the Gang and celebrate good times. I was also hoping that I could spend that day and the months thereafter doing things like casually tapping people on the shoulder and saying in a beauty queen's smug, I'm-for-world-peace voice, "Hi! How are you doing today? I'm 25 and you know what? I just saved $_______ on my car insurance. You have a great day and God Bless America!"
I'm still looking forward to the latter. The former is still looking a little murky; the triangle of truth in the great and wise 8 ball hasn't quite turned over to reveal a definitive answer. I told y'all I was back in the game a couple of posts ago. Well, right now it's a deuce, it's a tie in the bottom of the ninth, it's overtime in a college football game...
I'm stuck people. One play, one clutch motion from shootin' and scorin'...
I'm livin' in a field of dreams that hasn't quite been built yet I don't think...
So that pretty much explains it, eh?