Saturday, March 7, 2009


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.

I think I'm having a mid-life crisis.

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..


  1. Babe, I'm 32 and still don't know what the hell I'm doing. Just follow your guts and you;ll be good. And keep cooking.. ;-)

  2. I definitely would not like to think it goes downhill after 23! ;P

    If it's any consolation, I felt just as lost at 22, and feel like I'm in a reasonably better place now.

  3. Don't stress. Cooking and blogging are good hobbies. The holiday idea sounds good though and it would be a good chance to play with your new camera.


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