I found myself awake at 630 this morning, so I treated myself to some breakfast at Ye Olde Waffle Shoppe on Franklin St. (which is a darn good breakfast place) ... while I was walking/eating/sitting at the computer digesting the food, I began to feel somewhat down.

If you've noticed, my posting frequency has plummeted ... not because of any abandonment of this journal, but everytime I load up this control panel page to write something, I always end up just closing the window without publishing my entry.

It took me a while to figure out exactly the problem was ... but I fear change. My life is at a crucial crossroads ... and I don't want to go down any path. I want to stay here and live in this wonderful little bubble. But I have to pick a path ... we all do.

Sometimes I wonder how much life lets you down as you grow older. When we're young, we are (in our parents' mind especially) limitless in our potential. We can be doctors! We can be captains of industry! We can be the next big entertainer! But as we grow older, we quickly realize the limits to our skills, and so we must settle.

So how much do you settle? Will I find myself, five years down the line, unhappy with what I've had to "settle" with? It seems like such a downer ... an anticlimatic ending when you've spent so many years slaving away at college ... only to find yourself unhappy with your life. I fear that. Deeply.

I'm sure this post made almost no sense; I'm having the most difficult time putting into coherent sentences and words exactly what I'm feeling ...