Deep thoughts at 1 a.m.

My weekend was a blur and I was strangely self-conscious of everything I did. Maybe it's because I'm getting older, but I sometimes feel like time is running out and I should be finishing my screenplay (subject TBD), learning to become a master chef (to have fabulous, grown-up parties), or at least enroll in a third language course so I can travel around without sounding like an ignorant American (a third language because, according to the plan, I should have already taken a second by now).

Sometimes I watch movies I remember from my childhood and cannot believe 20+ years have passed. 20 years! Can you imagine what you could accomplish in 20 years? Since I've spent 18 years of my life in school, 5 years as a baby/toddler, and 4.5 years working, I feel as if my time was well spent. But what about the next 20 years? Is simply working 9 to 5 enough for me to look back and say "What a great two decades that was! Well done!"

I'm not sure and knowing me I'll be (over)thinking about this for awhile.

Good night!