Welcome and Hello

For my first post, I'd like to address the issue that I have briefly commented on in my "Let me introduce myself" page.  You see, I'm going through a quarter life crisis.  Everyone has always told me that I can be whatever I want to be.  As a result, I was the (overly)well-rounded high school girl.  I danced, rode horses, sang in the choir, acted in a drama team, played piano, participated in youth group activities, had a boyfriend, and maintained a good grade point average because the name of the game was, after all, get into college to become whatever I wanted to become.  I never thought to narrow down the field.  Isn't that what college is for?
Going into college I had a few ideas: Vet School, International Business, Anthropology, and Architecture just to name a few.  So I didn't declare a major until my second year.  I looked over all the classes I took as a Freshman and picked the one I liked the best.
And that's how I became a French major.
It only took 2 years of college to find out that speaking French and reading French literature and studying abroad in Paris in and of itself does not pay the bills.
And that's how I ended up double majoring in French and Secondary Education.
Now I like teaching and all, but can I, like my mother, do this for the next 35 years?  What happened to all those open doors?  Aren't they still open, just waiting for me to go through them?  Can I really be anything I want to be?  Am I living up to my potential by settling into my career, buying a house with my husband, and having 2.5 children?
So here's where this blog comes in.  I have this friend from work and she has a blog (check it out, it's amazing: aquirkaday.blogspot.com).  Before her blog I had this idea that blogs were written by people with important information to convey to the public, like personalized PSAs or blogs that teach you how to cook.  But her blog is not one that boasts importance, but transparency.  I've learned more about my friend by reading these insights into her world through her blog.  One day, while reading her blog, I found myself pining after the outlet she has found in her writing.  "Wow, Stacie is so lucky.  She can blog to process how she feels!  I wish I could... wait.  I can do anything.  I can blog."
Hence, the ramblings of a girl in progress.