And there's so much more (with apologies to Lys)
I turn 25 today. I'm not sure I ever planned on this. I remember being
seven and desperately wanting to be eight; I remember being 15 and
desperately wanting to get my driver's license. I was thrilled when I
moved from whiny 22 to independent 23. But I can't remember ever
wanting to be 25.
I did, though, at some point, want to be a grown-up. The ( Read more... )
I did, though, at some point, want to be a grown-up. The ( Read more... )
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And if it's any consolation, I never planned past 25, either. I find it liberating to be able to do what I want and see where it leads, and to not have expectations to live up to. I'm now so far from my Plan A and A.1 (I wanted to be a professor in an English department, somewhere; or a novelist) that pretty much anything I do, as long as it's related to words and writing seems valid.
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Birthday birthday!
Some of my favorite people are Scorpios. Some of my favorite people are also grown-ups...
I had a shock a while back when I realized that, on paper, I'm pretty much living the life I thought I'd be living when I was eight. I would live in New York City (Queens), have a tempestuous love affair with a passionate man (five-year off-and-on relationship with an Aries), and "be famous," which to me meant having my picture in the newspaper (that prom picture is running in Little Pink). Funny how it's just what I imagined-and totally not.
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