Nag me please;

I sometimes wonder at what point it is is in our lives that we realize what it is that we want.
I mean for the most part I'm a pretty stable gal who has a darn good head on her shoulders, who has all the will, drive and yearn to achieve so much. I want to be SOMETHING. I always here my mom, professors, trainers, friends and neighbors tell me about their struggles and their good time and all that jazz. It just seems to me that they finally found themselves so recently. They're old, or at least alot older than me and they have just barely begun to get what they want. I want to go back to my origin of inspiration. I want to walk across my front lawn and into Ms. Shirley's when i need advice. I want to scooter to the olive ave. market and get a small ice tea, i want to text marie that we are in dire need of life talks, pick her up instantly and just sit at fox coffee half talking half stalking. I want get on a ribbon, a web or a trapeze. i want my mom to yell at me for my room being messy. Why is it that we have such great times as we grow, but the minute you take us out of our comfort zones we get all confused and freaked out?? Maybe its just me. I want to go tanning with CC in her backyard, i want to awkwardly cry out yelps that sound like a donkey or an emu with april or run with jon through target playing hide and seek. I want to ride unicycles with jesse or get yelled at by emily during acro because i'm too loud. I guess i should just stop wanting and instead start doing. life is what i make of it, blah blah blah.
I'm making something of it everyday, but i'm still not sure that i'm creating what i want.