One day I'm in my mid twenties and the next day I wake up and I'm Twenty-Bloody-Seven! As per my "life plan" I was supposed to have my first baby before the age of Twenty Seven and here I am.. jobless, single and living with my folks! Well I'm not technically 'jobless', more like in a new job that I don't particularly like, but if all I have is my right to embellish, then well.. I will embellish a little!
Here's a check-list of all the other stuff I was supposed to have achieved by twenty seven -
Get married at 25. I'm not even dating!
Lose atleast 50 pounds. Lets not even go there...
Learn how to do my own banking and have a respectable bank balance. I still get confused while depositing cheques (my bank or the bank the cheque is drawn on?!)
Be an accomplished cook. Don't think instant noodles, an occasional thai curry made with curry paste and salads/ sandwiches quite cut it.
Live in a huge apartment with my significant other and go on frequent vacations. Was sharing an apartment with my brother before I moved back home and went on vacation with my sister
Don't get me wrong. This isn't one of those emo blogs where the author rants and raves about how much she hates her life. In fact quite the contrary. I've been so busy having a great ride that somewhere down the road I forgot to keep one eye on the finish line (metaphorically speaking!). So now I want to maintain this blog, as an online diary of sorts, to track my progress while working towards achieving the goals set for me by my new and improved Version 2.7. However, unlike the last time around this blog is going to remain anonymous and no details of my location etc. will ever be furnished. No more "you-wrote-this-about-me-on-your-blog-I-hate-you-bitch", thank you!
Without much ado then let's get down to the Goals 2.7
1. Get a new job that I actually enjoy in a city that doesn't bore me to death
2. Re-connect with my friends, a.k.a stop living like a hermit
3. Begin my GMAT classes/ weight loss routine (Only one of the two can happen at a time, mind you!)
4. Apply to business school and move to the city of my dreams, i.e. NYC
5. Find an awesome guy who fits my idea of perfect (No more settling for/ getting involved with married men, smokers, guys who're semi-perfect/ tolerable/ only liked because they give me attention)