When I Grow Up

For the first time ever, I realized that I don't know what I want to do with my future. Maybe it wasn't exactly the first time, because I've often told myself how nice it would be to have a sport that I specialize in, to compete in and to try and make it up the rankings. And I guess things that you dedicate yourself to have an impact on your future - if you ever want to get anywhere in life with swimming, you have to start very early. I feel as if instead of dedicating myself to something, I stray from fifty things. I cancel this piano lesson and that cello lesson, I quit ballet, sailing, and swimming, and I'm starting to be way less passionate about learning new languages. But I also don't know what I want to do when I grow up. I've never put much thought into it, and though there are good aspects to keeping your options open, there are also bad ones. Do you know what you want to be when you grow up? 

I keep telling myself I should start a diary, which would be a way for me to write more and remember more of what I do. Except I really don't know whether or not I will actually be able to remember writing in it, because I can't even remember whether yesterday's lunch was pasta or soup. So instead of a diary, I have this blob of the internet (I made a Bloglovin', by the way, and I promise to follow back for GFC and Bloglovin'). Here is my week in photos, just because it's the kind of post that everyone knows how to do.

I went to New York and saw a rainbow and decided that it would be a good idea to take a picture of it; I made a mini light-sensitive robot that glows in different colors in the dark.

Okay, I think I'm done. What did you do this week?