When I Grow Up...

I am incredibly blessed. My parents are giving me an education which offers me choices. Choices some people could never dream of.

I have choices about my future. I could be a lawyer, or a journalist, I could be in PR, advertising, teaching (if I could tolerate kids), publishing, politics (if I suddenly started reading the newspaper)...

Having options is an incredible blessing, but it also means, you know, I have to CHOOSE!

Well, DVF sums up what I'm thinking right now... Maybe some of you out there feel the same way...