Last night my task was to cheer up my best friend from a day that started off on the wrong foot.  Literally... she walked to work and broke her heel.  And every woman knows how demoralizing it is to break a pretty pair of pumps.  So we went and hung out at our usual table at Bay and Cumberland to vent over iced mango chai.  She's starting her career as a working woman, and I'm very proud of her for landing such an opportune job.  I'm hearing off people taking off on their careers left and right....moving across the country, moving across the globe,  trecking it through Europe, China and landing great jobs.
I can't help but wonder what's in store for me within the next 5 years.  I feel left behind.  I guess that's natural when I have  ambitious older friends.
Here I am stuck with another year left of school, while everyone else is racing ahead. 

We continued our conversation at Spring Rolls over some tasty soho martinis and flavourful thai food.  AS I was mulling over my vegetable salad roll, I was quickly reminded that my heart did not really lie in picking up a fast paced successful career and making lots of money, as glamourous as it may seem.  Though money wouldn't make me unhappy, it would never drive me.  Good food makes me happier than money does.  This is why I would never be a successful business woman.  I would use my money to take off as much time as I could possibly muster and travel or spend it on dining.  I cannot fathom dedicating my whole life to a career.  My personality is much more suited to the warmer personal side of life.  I want to experience life with the one I love, even if we don't have anything fancy.  As long as we have enough to enjoy ourselves and be happy, I will be satisfied.

Besides, there's only so much of the stiletto wearing that I can bear before my feet cry out for some flipflops.