When I was little, everyone would ask me, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" My answer was always the same... "I don't know." They'd look at me, in disbelief, and then laugh nervously, and say, "Oh, you'll figure it out. You've got plenty of time." I still don't know what I want to be... And, I DON'T have plenty of time anymore...

I REALLY think I should persue this thing, you know? It's kinda eating away at me now. I felt this back in June, but I dropped it to chase a dream. Now may be the time to pick it back up.