Nostalgia isn't what it used to be
So I'm updating my little sporadic footprints in the blogosphere. And in the process I'm taking a cyber trip down memory lane... Have you ever noticed that the person you thought you would be in 5 years is very very rarely the person you are?
According to my 23 year old self I should have done a lot more with my life by this point. Travelled. Done huge new things. Kept a non-sporadic blog.
Siiiigh. I'm trying to decide if I should feel depressed and slap my underachiever sticker onto my forehead...
Then again, if memory serves, according to my 8 year old self (and a highly confidential spy kit my sister and I had set up for ourselves) I should have been able to fly a helicopter, an F-16, know 6 foriegn languages, be an expert at various hand-to-hand techniques including Krav Maga and have 6 alternate identities.
I think I'm still having just about enough trouble figuring out my one singular identity, thanks.
P.S. : Some things haven't changed at all. I still feel like this whenever it rains. I've just decided that's something I can revel in.