at 23.

Journal Entry,
Fall 2005:

I vow, when I turn 30, to be Alive,
to have it all but Everything left to gain, 
to live my Passion. 
And to love somebody else who does all of the above. 
Even if it is not you.

Youth is endearing,
in its grand elaborations,
in its straightforward curlicues,
in its fantastical determination.

But she wasn't entirely wrong.
It occurs to me that I have four months to get my shit together.
Because would you not rather be endearing and Mad,
than reasonable and dead?