Back then...

Those were the days. When Layton was adorable (ok, he's handsome now, but look at that darling little face!), and I could give Jake a shaving Ken doll for his birthday, and I didn't have to worry about anything except scraped knees from learning how to ride a two-wheeler.

And suddenly I'm faced with life decisions. Decisions with consequences much bigger than scraped knees. 

So many options just laid out in front of me. And it's almost so overwhelming that it petrifies me and prevents me from taking a step in any direction. I'm afraid of making mistakes. I know that's what life is for, but I don't want to waste time. I want to do it the right way the first time. I don't want to have to go back and fix the cruddy mess I got myself into. I want to know what I'm doing. I don't want to be stuck in school for the rest of my life. I want to do something I love. I want to have time to go volunteer somewhere. I want to not have to worry about homework or grades or credits. I want to have money to buy good food (aka: not be a poor college student) and cook good food. I want to make chocolate chip cookies and draw and read and decorate. I want to spend my days with people I love doing things that I love. 

Essentially, I just wanna skip the next 30 years of life and be a grandma. :) 

Ok, not really. But when I reread that, that's what it sounded like for a second. 

And now I just sound really silly and needy. Of course I have to work for those things. Of course things will never be perfect all at once. Life's about hard work. And making decisions. And as always, those decisions only lead to more decisions. Oh, brother. 

Guess who needs to go to sleep. :)

Too bad society doesn't accept an almost 20 yr old putting on a shark costume and going to story time at the library to listen to books. :)

Time to get on this two-wheeler called life and start peddling.