Sometimes…

…cookies make a perfectly acceptable breakfast.

…I enthusiastically jump the gun – like when I was in seventh grade and cast as lead in our school play. I assumed I’d be an actress and immediately started researching NYC’s acting school. I made a life plan involving modeling [never mind that I am five-foot-one], theater, and film acting. I wasn’t cast in the next play and quickly lost all momentum, burying those silly dreams. I’m learning to pace myself. It’s hard.

...I think my head will explode trying to make a decision about my future. Ka-boom.

…a perfect lunch break is one spent doing dishes. It makes coming home after work a bit more relaxing.

…I really want to be pregnant, and then I get nervous that I’m putting too much hope and expectation into being a mother [never mind our financial situation].

…I consider going to grad school and being a graduate assistant just because that’d be two years of not having to worry about finding a job.

…I think I change my mind every other second. I cannot commit to anything – how in the world did I end up getting married at the age of twenty-two?

…Spending time with sisters is more important than finishing presents for Christmas. Time > gifts, right?

…I aspire to be a full-time, freelance “maker,” other times I crave the security of regular paychecks.

…Real butter is way too amazing to even consider not putting into my baked goods.

...I think getting Adobe Creative Suite 4, a new Mac Powerbook, and a Canon Rebel would make me happier than a clam [that's a saying, right?].