At 26 it is strange, I am young, still finding myself, looking for a vision of perfection. But while looking, each small goal seems to be victory and each splice of perfect seems to need some tweaking.
While this all may seem like such a winded narrative, there is more.
I couldn't wait to be married; so i did it. And my husband might be perfect. But now i am married and i cannot wait to be single. I think i may have quarter-life crisis. But i am yet to be a sports car. Though some trampy dresses might do the trick. And yet today i sit here with my feet in a foot bath, glass of wine on the table and computer in my lap. Undecided. Maybe you can all take this journey with me. The journey into the second quarter. I promise it will be more exciting than a glass of wine in on a rainy night and it then it might also be more frustrating but hey who knows whats next.
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