Not A Girl, Not Yet A Woman

I am working diligently on my list. 

Ok maybe that's a lie. Ok maybe not.

School has consumed my life these past few weeks it seems!! So I am well on my way to crossing "Web Design Certificate off my list". Only a few more classes to go!

Also I've added a few new things to the list and crossed off one. 

I recently added and crossed off "Take a Flight By Myself". 

Kinda silly, I know. And it didn't dawn on my until it was something I was about to do, but taking a flight by yourself seems like a really grown up thing to do. And... well.... let's face it someday's I really don't feel like an adult. More often that not I feel like the old Brittany Spear's song, "Not a girl, not yet a Woman".

Why is that? Maybe it's denial of getting older and still wanting to hold on to my youth.

This isn't the place for me to psycho-analyze myself though so let me get back to the point.

As I said my goodbye's to Marine and headed for the gate I felt very self-assured and confident. Despite the fact this was only my second time flying. 

Yes I did say second time. 

Despite what my friends seem to think, I'm not scared of flying. In fact I think taking off is quite thrilling and no matter how many times I do fly I don't think I'll ever loose that fascination I feel as the plane leaves the runaway and launches into the sky. Nor will I ever loose that sense of relief when the wheels touch down.

I admit though I was a little nervous that I had a lay-over and connecting flight. I mean we all know how my luck goes and I really don't think anybody would be surprised if I somehow got lost and ended up on the wrong flight.

But no I was to paranoid for that and checked my ticket probably at least 4 times before I actually boarded the second flight.

So technically I took 2 flights by myself. I am an official adult. Or a 13 year old kid with divorced parents in different states. 

Dear GMA ~ Advice Guru Found

So today I get to cross one thing off my list:

Apply For A Job I Want Even If I Think There's No Way I'll Get It

That's right I applied for a job that there is slim chance I will ever hear back about. I applied for the Good Morning America (GMA) Advice Guru.

I had been thinking about my answers for the past couple days. Thinking about what to say and better yet how to say it.

I should have filled out the application days ago but with Marine being on leave I've really not had much spare time on my hands.

Besides I tend to think I work better under pressure anyway.

Today (well yesterday seeing as it's 12:10 a.m.) was the last day. All entries had to be in by midnight.

I tried first thing this morning.

No avail.

I tried to upload my information during my lunch break.Computer decides to spaz on me.

After work I rushed to the barn to feed horses thinking that I could squeeze in time before my evening plans.

Nope. Didn't happen.

Marine and I were going out to diner and a movie with friends.

The whole diner I am sitting there thinking to myself of ways to make sure I applied in time.

At 11:30 I was able to turn on my computer and start copy and pasting my answers into the slots.

I read my essay one final time.

And as the clock strikes 11:59 p.m. I hit SUBMIT.

I wait for a confirmation.

For something.

All I get is a blank page.

Did it take my application?

Am I able to cross something off list??

I don't know. Maybe I'll never know.

But at least I had the guts to try in the first place. And my fingers are crossed that maybe, just maybe, my application did go thru.

I mean really --- wouldn't that be about the coolest job ever?!