reassessment...could this be my pre-quarter life crisis?

These last few months have given me a lot of thinking time and I've had the opportunity for quite a few candid chats with various people including my sister. That plus going through my memorabilia and trying to sort it all out for scrapbooking and blogging and just sighing in nostalgia have caused me to reassess my plans and back up plans (of which I have many, some of them highly unlikely, some of them distinctly implausible).

I'm feeling restless and now i'm not too sure if grad school would be the right option for me. Will that mean that I will reject an offer? I can't honestly answer that question. Does that mean I've heard back? No, not at all. If anything, decisions have been pushed back even further and I won't find out about acceptances or rejections until the end of this month or later.

Regardless, I feel a little helpless....like I'm drifting on a tide somewhere with no destination in sight. At this point, I'm kinda ready to say fuck it (oooh, notice the lack of self censorship? yeah, I can't be bothered anymore) and just go sign up for one of those work/travel things because I've been looking at the programs for quite a bit and the itch to wander is starting to get to me. Most of these opportunities to be a vagabond have age requirements that have gotten me thinking...there's so much to do in life and so little time, do I really want to waste it locked down somewhere stuffy for years on end? I'm thinking of starting up dance classes and hitting the gym and picking up sports (old or new) and volunteering and going back to community college for certifications in technical stuff that would be useful for the career if the whole grad school thing doesn't work out but above and beyond that, I want to do something for myself. Something fun without it having to lead to anything. *sighs wistfully* I used to do that but I got so caught up in societies demands and the judgment and all that crap.....nothing is fun anymore.

Soooooooo, pole dancing classes anyone? Or maybe llama herding in Peru?

My bucket list is starting to come together and that damn movie might have a point after all.