Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Hypothetically Speaking

There's something about turning 25 that makes a person reevaluate her life. Not that I know from experience. But hypothetically speaking, if I did have a 25th birthday coming up, I would be reevaluating everything.

Hypothetically, I would ask myself why I chose a form of art for a career. Hypothetically, I would ask if I could ever make any money practicing that form of art. And hypothetically, I would go on a spending binge just to make myself feel better. (Remember, Dear Husband, I speak strictly in the hypothetical sense. There is no need to put a freeze on all bank accounts… at least not until I finish this trip to Macy's.)

If I was about to turn 25, I would think back to the time when I was a kid. I would think about how life was certain back then, how I knew what I wanted to be when I grew up. Sure, it might change every day, but at least I knew something.

The only thing I know now is that I have no idea who I am. Or what I want to be when I grow up. Or if I'll ever grow up. The only thing I know now is that, in the words of my school counselor after I changed my major for the sixth time, I am "one confused child".

I guess that's what we all are. Confused kids. Especially those of us, who, hypothetically, get really reflective when they turn 25.

And now, Dear Reader, I have a question for you. Hypothetically speaking, would you send me birthday letters, preferably with money in them, if I was turning 25?

Because hypothetically speaking, that's the only way I'll ever admit I am.

A note to the concerned: I wasn't serious about quitting my career. I do make lots of some money at it.

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I know all about waiting--for the right guy, for high school to end, for my boobs to come in (two out of three ain't bad).

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