31 March 2006

The makings of a mid 20's crisis?

At 25 years of age, I sometimes feel as though I’m 40. How did this come to be?!?
Perhaps it’s the madcap world we live in, or maybe it’s simply the fact that I’ve had to grow up so fast over the past few years.

So often you’ll hear people say that your 20s are supposed to be the best years of your life. While I can’t argue, I have to add that this is also one of the most confusing and stressful times. No longer a teenager and not yet a “seasoned adult”, it’s sometimes difficult to know where one sits.

A few weeks ago, while out with a few girlfriends, some 19 year olds tried to pick us up.
Upon discovering our age, one guy seemed flabbergasted and claimed that we “look good for our age.” I didn’t know whether to hug or strangle the impudent fool. Seriously...how is that supposed to make me feel?!?

I’d be interested to know if others my age sometimes feel as though they’re flying by the seat of their pants. I think the root of my confusion stems from the fact that there is so much going on in my life this year: busy career, new car, new home, and six weddings coming up…including my own.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m very happy with my life, however everything is a bit of a whirlwind right now. A ton of major decisions and planning in a short span of time.
While I typically thrive off of stress, for the first time I find myself longer for a wee bit of boredom...

Be afraid...be very afraid...


After much deliberation I have finally decided to bite the proverbial bullet and start this whole blogging thing. As a writer, I always swore myself a traditionalist. However, my devotion to pen and paper has quickly dwindled over the past year. My old diaries are starting to accumulate dust, so hopefully this medium will work out better for me. Let’s face it, computers are so much more convenient.

What can you expect from these blogs?!? Mostly just the inane ramblings of a young woman trying to bring sanity back to her chaotic life. At any rate, this will give me the opportunity to vent and share my feelings without driving my poor (and very patient) fiancé nuts. Who knows, this may even get the old creative juices flowing again.

Speaking of creativity…back to work for me.
Hmmmm…how does one make “polymer nanocomposites” sound fun…..

More on me later....