I turned 25 last week, and seem to now be in the throes of a quarter-life crisis. I am married, have my B.A., and am working on my certification. Boring! I feel the need for excitement, spontaneity--a sports car perhaps? No. I want desperately to begin my career (not as a teacher, but as a writer). I bought a $17 moleskin notebook (like the one Hemingway used), an investment in my craft. I am resisting the urge to start planning our move to Europe (which while in the plans, is not scheduled for at least 3 more years).
ugh.
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