I’m waxing philosophical today. Forewarned is forearmed.
Some people have deep thoughts while running. I tried doing that when I “started running” a few weeks back. Yea…that kind of tapered off. But I shall get back into it this weekend, fingers crossed.
Others contemplate life while doing yoga. I do that sometimes. But Bikram is kind of a little too all-consuming to think about anything other than the heat.
For me, I think about life while cooking. Usually, while slicing, dicing, and stirring occupy the forefront of my brain, in the back, I’m building quantum theorums and solving mathematical conundrums. Really.
Ok, maybe not. Lately, I’ve just been thinking about growing up.
Maybe it’s because I turned 24 a few days ago. Suddenly I feel obligated to examine where I am in “life” and take my measure on the life-barometer. Only one year away from being firmly mid-20s and I think I’m doing pretty well. However, all of 2011 seems to be one of transition and uncertainty.
There are huge plans on the horizon – both with travel and education. And perhaps also with where I’m living and a certain relationship. M, I’m talking about you *cough cough* 
It’s not always easy for someone like me, who’s huge on planning and knowing what to expect, to have my whole life in flux. But it certainly is exciting.
Recently, I’ve been speaking more frequently with one of my very dear girlfriends, a sorority sister from UCLA. She has been in and out of court for the last year dealing with custody issues over her adorable daughter (my goddaughter). Now she’s having health problems and trying to find a job. It sucks not to be able to help her any more than just to offer a willing ear and sympathetic soul. But other than scouring Craigslist and passing along appropriate jobs I find, there’s not much more for me. 
While she’s having a tough time, Kayla is planning her June wedding, and our other friend is on the East Coast. I’m here in San Francisco working as a litigation consultant and living with M, taking things as they come. We’ve all been spread out to the four winds. It’s with a mixture of nostalgia, excitement, foreboding, and trepidation that I look on my 24th year. 
Look at your life and think about where you are. Are you satisfied? Are you happy? What plans await you this year?
Fortunately, I am both happy and satisfied.
Unfortunately, I spent too much time thinking in the back of my brain riffling through my life as a newly 24-year-old and not enough time in the forefront actually cooking. I whipped up the most atrocious dinner for myself ever. Thankfully M had Spanish class tonight and was spared the horrible food.
xoxo,
Jenn
