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I've been a quiet one lately. So much so that when I'm closing conversational paragraphs, I have to restrain myself from sounding apologetic. I think it's because I've nothing new to say. Or listening exhausts me. It's made for quite a poker face. And I don't even play poker.
All around me peers are announcing announcement-worthy announcements: career choices, engagements, relocations, offspring. It's not jealously so much as fear. But it's probably only half as exciting as it seems on reality (TV). We all still have a sink full of dishes at the end of the day. That's how I see it.
And in the mail, on 4"x6" turquoise cardstock w/ embossed dark brown lettering, I'd declare, "I have no future plans on being a physician, nun, or artisan-for-profit. I do aspire to teach (in some capacity), live among hills/mountains (temporarily), drive less, and own a comfy bed. Oh, and eat. A lot. "
I love in the present. My memory has betrayed me more than once.