My mother asked me if I wanted to get a Master's Degree. I told her that I didn't even know which degree I want. You don't want a computer major anymore? I don't know what I want. She joked about putting all my options in a jar, shaking it up and picking something from it. She even included hand and arm motions. I informed her that I had no options. I'd have an empty jar.
For the second time in my life, I want to learn how to play tennis. Last time was six years ago, and the courts were almost always too full to practice. We shall see.
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