Is it possible to live too much? If you feel as though you have accomplished all that you want in the first quarter of your existence, are you left with nothing but discontentment for the remaining years? I worry, often, that I'll never be as happy as I was in the years leading up to twenty-six and I find myself constantly looking for new,exciting adventures to top the ones I've already had.
To some girls or, in my case, 'women', they look forward to the 'adventures' of marriage and raising a family. I feel ashamed that those type of milestones have rarely crossed my mind. I admit that I've never been baby crazy or contemplated the colors of my future bridesmaid dresses. Does this make me strange or less of a woman? Maybe so.
I yearn to travel, explore new cultures and meet exciting people. I wake up sweating and shaking, feeling trapped by the ceiling above my head. It takes an act of God to keep me seated at my desk at work. What the hell is wrong with me? Have a made myself this discontented? What is the cure for a restless soul?
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