I think I'm having a mid-life crisis.
It just occurred to me that I'm twenty-two. It's been six years since I graduated and I've done nothing with my life.
Apparently we're at our more attractive at age 23 and then it all goes downhill from there.
Six years! I still have no idea what to do with my time. I have no mentionable hobbies, no plans of grandeur, no achievements. God, six years.. No wonder my mother persistently berates me. I need to get my driver's licence; I need to quash my fears and take a holiday; I need to get out of the kitchen and meet new people; I need to buy a house, invest myself in something that my heart feels is wholly worthwhile, visit Melbourne, take a class, teach someone something and ignite forgotten passions. I don't want to wake up later and think "Gosh! What have I done with the last 6, 16 or 26 years?"
I've been calming myself with a good dose of retail therapy - a brand spanking new pearl metallic kitchenaid and canon EOS 450D, a set of bookshelves and the Country Cooking of France by Anne Willan. I've also signed on for a correspondence course called "The Science of Baking" run by the BRI which I swear I'll start tomorrow..