Of Cookies and Crossroads

I made cookies today. It was a nice smell. Like oatmeal and cinnamon.

I can get so much work done when I trick my brain into thinking that I'm not actually working. Like stuffing envelopes with invitations to my brother's bar mitzvah (which is in less then two weeks) while watching a show. Then, I am doing something enjoyable while getting a tedious task done.

I haven't had much to write about in awhile. I think you have to be actually doing something with your life to have stuff to write about. I kind of realized that living your life in the future, based on what I will be doing, isn't much of a life.

I will be a head counselor this summer. I leave in two weeks.

I will IY"H maybe go on shlichus next year, I have no idea where I end up.

I will G-d willing get married sometime, and start a great life together with the lucky guy I will marry. And have kids, and maybe get a degree, write a book, open a chabad house, or school, be a principal, or psychologist, guidance counselor, social worker, one or all.

Right now I'm not really doing much. I wish I could say I'm at a crossroads in life, but that already happened. I think that when I got to the fork in the road I just forgot to choose a path. Maybe I'm still sitting there pondering which way to go. I hope to figure it out soon.

I'm going to camp in two weeks. That's all I know right now.

Oh, and my cookies are good.