When there's a world of options floating in front of my face, how am I supposed to chose one? I can't figure it out, and neither can April (nice to know I'm not alone).
As Robert Frost says, each path is really just about the same . . . but they're still choices. I worry too much about choosing the wrong path. There are so many paths right now, and each one offers different options. I can't help but wonder if, 10 or 15 or 40 years from now, I will look back and wish I had taken a different path than I did.
I've always lived with the motto "seize the day." I always like to be doing something or going somewhere or accomplishing something. Sometimes, this wears me down something fierce; I'm really looking forward to spring break so I can sleep in a little. Usually, doing everything I want to do isn't a problem; I get most of it done, even if I do wear myself down.
Now, I am facing many choices that close other doors. I do not want to close doors, but it's not something I can prevent. Most notably, the city (or cities) where I live for the next year will radically change my entire life. I'm trying not to think of it that way, as those thoughts are debilitating, but it's hard not to realize that this is a huge time of flux.
Life is a grand adventure, but sometimes I wish it would slow down. I'm in a thinking mood tonight, and I'm not sure if that's really a good thing.