I have increasing anxiety about my career choice, or lack thereof. I apologize for just throwing that out there without any cute opening about dogs or knee problems, but I can't think of any other way to say it. When, okay if, I do, or choose to, grow up and settle down (Like that's ever going to happen) there is a very small chance I will actually stick to one path. I'm too fickle. You see how picky I am about my running shoes, and they only go on my feet. Imagine how I'm going to be in six years. When I turned twenty I had a very small anxiety attack. In a sad attempt to comfort me, a friend said, "Just think Katie! In the next ten years you'll have a career, a house, probably a husband, maybe a kid..." Just hearing that made me throw up in my mouth a little bit, in fact I think I did. Needless to say that was the last time I went to that friend for comfort. I've always been the type of girl that gets what she wants. Not because it's been handed ...
I like geography best because mountains & rivers know the secret: Pay no attention to boundaries.