Are we there yet?

I'm sure I am feeling the same thing that many people around my age are feeling. Overwhelmed is a good word. When I was younger I could always picture myself when I was old, like gray haired and wrinkled old, but I never even imagined what my life would be like in the middle.

This is weird for someone like me who LOVES to plan, just ask the boyfriend. So now that I'm here mid twenties, I don't have a clue about what I should be doing. I'm working trying to make a career out of what ever I do. But nothing seems to fit.

Again when I was young I really wanted to be a writer. I even have a series of stories that I was so proud of and imagined getting them published and having an editor and deadlines and all that. I could really see myself doing that. But who has the time?

When I'm trying to pay down debt, pay the bills, take care of my English bulldog Spike, be a good girlfriend, sister, daughter, and friend. I know, I know, excuses all of them.

If I really wanted to be a writer I should put my effort in and just do the best I can. Maybe one day...

I might get more detailed later, but I'm feeling guilty since I should be working.