Must Do, Should Do, Can't Do

By nature, I'm a bit flighty. Hence, the necessity of a list. When I was in school, a list held my weeks together. I wrote everything down on a big, yellow notepad. There is nothing more satisfying than crossing things off on a list.

The List

[ ] Join the Peace Crops. I think this would be most beneficial in creating a more well-rounded and responsible me. Furthermore, I want to travel.

[ ] Unpack all things from the garage from college. This would not only be a personal victory, but would please the parents.

[ ] Lose 20 lbs. This has been a struggle since I hit puberty in sixth grade. Am I beautiful just the way I am? Duh. Would I be 10x hotter with less jelly? Most definitely.

[  ] Finish half marathon. I signed up last night. Business goes down the first of May. I am currently up to four miles on the treadmill. Uew-Rah.

[  ] Start substitute teaching. This has been a battle for around a month. Paperwork is a tool of the Devil. Until all the paperwork is processed, I don't step foot in a classroom.

[  ] Purchase a kitten. I am hopelessly allergic, but they're just so darn cute.

[  ] Pull my life together. How do I accomplish this...?


Not too shabby. Let's see how this pans out.

This is My Life.

I am 22 years old.
I graduated from The University of X in December 2010.
Now what do I do?

I feel my insecurities are not so uncommon.
Why not share them?

I have been graduated for two-ish months. I work minimum wage with spoiled children at Little Monsters Inc (not it's real name). I like my job and very thankful for the opportunity to work.

However, this gig is not a career maker. These two months are quickly going to turn into four, six, ect. Something must be done or I will become a lifer. I do not want my daily ritual to consist of wiping the baby puke from my cardigan or putting together a train set in as many intricate patterns as I can think of to amuse the kiddies.

But What I Really Want to Do is Save the World

I'm young and idealistic and single. Why can't I pack my bags, load a plane, and take off? Ah that's right, I take alternative medicine not commonly found in all areas of Europe, I have $ZZ,ooo in student loans, my mother would sob, ect. *Sigh*
Being a responsible citizen blows.

Marriage is not an Escape Plan at the Moment.

Despite popular belief, not every young lady is looking for a MRS. degree when she goes to university. I was clever. I studied hard and avoided unwanted pregnancies. I graduated with a 3.7 GPA, top marks, and accolades. Guess what?

Nobody cares. I have zero sense of where my life is taking me. I'm very unattached and yet I have pangs of envy over friends getting hitched. Do I want a ring? No. Would it be nice to have something resembling a road map to where my destiny is heading? Yes. Would it be even better if I had a passenger to take with me along for the ride and be there for me when I'm upset? [insert husband here] 
What I really need to do is make a list of what I want to accomplish and go from there. Next entry will be my list.

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