Lately I've been in sort of a slump that I'm referring to as my "mid-twenties crisis." When I mention it, people ask what I mean... but it's rather difficult to explain.
This afternoon it occurred to me that I feel as if I'm at the DMV, but on a much larger scale. The DMV of life. I picture it having a number of windows. Perhaps there's the "dream job" window, the "fabulous spouse" window, and a number regarding talents and hobbies.
So here I am at this giant DMV...unsure which line I'm supposed to be in, and nobody is calling my number.
I didn't even bring a magazine.
8 years ago
