Highland goats and gyros

Following hours of discussions with my favorite people, I realize that most of us are in the depths of our quarter life crisis. The prognosis is positive, yet the battle is grim. Uncovering true friends, true intentions and true selves, the quarter life crisis is when you actually think about what to do with your life. College may be closely coming to an end, or your first amazing job turns out to be grunt work from hell. Either way, approaching 25 cosmically forces us to examine our path.
I have taken on painting again, attempting my first stab in chairoscuro featuring a highland goat. I anticipate it to be glorious....or at least a reflection of where my mind is right now. Grappling to finish my degree to start my real career while faking enjoyment at a job that people actually make their career, my thoughts are a little out of sorts. I found myself writing an enthusiastic ode to my sister about a delicious gyro I had for lunch. Really?!! Is that where I must channel my stress? Into Greek lunch sandwiches? I will keep you posted.
P.S.
I thought of an amazing band name. I cannot disclose it, but I am putting it's excellence out into the universe. Self fulfilling prophecy.