I should really be doing my homework, but...
So, I went to a baby's 1st birthday party yesterday, and while fun, it got me thinking. The baby's mom had us all write letters to baby Erin that she will read on her eighteenth birthday. For those who haven't already started counting, I will be 36 when she finally reads her letter. That's crazy. I will be 36. The funny thing is that I can't picture myself as 36. I don't know what I'll be doing, where I'll be, or if I'll be married. I change my mind everyday on what I want to be when I grow up, and I'm not even sure of my major yet. Most people plan on getting married soon after college, but I just can't see myself doing that. I mean I have no boyfriend, and no real prospects. And I'd like to think that I'll know my future husband for a while before we get married. I mean it's not like I do anything at a very quick pace. I think I was more sure of what I wanted to be when I was little. I mean at least I knew I wanted to do something to make a whole lot of money. It sounds greedy, but that's what I wanted. Now I'm only pretty sure of that; I'd rather be happy. Oh dear, it's a lot to think about. But...back to psychology.