In 19 days the long-awaited epsiode of Glee directed by the brilliant Joss Whedon, and guest-starring NPH will air...
and...
In 19 days I'll go to the doctor's appointment that decides the rest of my life.
This doctor will have the power to tell the Navy whether or not I'm a good candidate for the military.
Scared? Quite.
In fact, that's why I've been blog-silent for the past two weeks. I have a wealth of blog ideas piled up to use when I don't have an actual update, but I haven't had the heart to post any. I think I'm trying to keep Navy excitement at arms' length, so that if it falls through, I won't be as disappointed.
Everyone keeps telling me that whatever happens is what's meant to be. Well, of course it is. But that doesn't change the fact that I would have to re-plan my future from scratch, with absolutely zero ideas. The Navy isn't just the best idea for my life - it's my only idea. I have nightmarish visions of my civilian-stuck-in-virginia-in-a-low-paying-job-and-always-the-spinster-aunt-who-never-lived-her-dreams life stretching before me.
I'm not sure if I'll see results at the appointment, but on the evening of May 18, 2010, while celebrating Ivy's birthday and eating cake at our Glee party, I very well could have the answer to what the rest of my life will look like.
So in 19 days...we'll see.
