I've been a little scattered lately. I've been going through a bit of a phase (one I go through about every two years or so, give or take a year) that has me questioning what I should *do* with my life. A couple years ago, I started an exercise program, lost 10 lbs, and switched careers. Then I bought a condo. A few years before that, I bought a little convertible and sought out (and got) a fairly big promotion at my old job. Prior to the last two mid-twenties crises? Well, I've told you how many times I changed not only majors, but universities, right?
This time I'm trying really hard to stay put. I'm in a really good place. And yet...
I'm restless. I've tried yoga, boot camp, meditation, and cake decorating. I taught myself to knit and to cook. I'm looking into hang gliding, trapeze, and stand up comedy classes. I worry that none of it will be enough, though. I am ready to take a big, crazy step. I want to leap without looking.
This post was supposed to be a continuation of the "25 Things about Me" series and a way to pass along a blog award from Perfectly Cursed Life. I was going to talk about the things I love. The problem is, aside from the obvious things like family, Achilles, friends, and Bailey, I'm having a hard time pinning anything down.
Likes are easy. I like almost everything. Loves, though... I have no idea. I'm beginning to worry that I never will.
Love (and I *do* mean love),