Ever heard of the term "too comfortable"?

When I read Heather's Miss fiddle twiddle pick bang, it hit close to home. I'm fidgety, too, but on a much larger, non-athletic scale.

It seems I'm allergic to the steady state.

I constantly need to be planning the next step, the new challenge. As soon as I reach one goal, I start planning the next. It's like enjoying the good times never even crosses my mind. I wrack my brain, trying to come up with yet another seemingly unattainable task.

In the beginning, it was easy. I decided to come to the United States. My teacher said I couldn't, so I had the double advantage of reaching my goal and proving her wrong. Once I got to school, it was all about declaring a minor in Art, making sure I got all my credits right, getting the Resident Assistant job, becoming an editor, a sexual assault counselor, teaching computer skills, and so much more. School's an easy place to set goals.

Fall semester of my junior year, I realized I was almost ready to graduate. By the end of spring semester I'd be done with all my credits and required courses, except one. In my major, there is a class only offered in the fall semester of your senior year. So I couldn't graduate. The intelligent thing would have been for me to take it easy and enjoy my senior year like most students. But instead, I applied for a brand new master's degree and bugged the head of the college until he relented. In the next three semesters I completed my undergraduate and my masters.

Then I worried about getting a job. As a foreigner, it was crucial that a company employ me so that I could stay in the country. Once more, I had a purpose. Something to occupy my time and make sure I didn't stop worrying and get too comfortable.

Once I got the job, there was moving to New York City, furnishing my apartment, completing a bunch of projects, taking a three-month trip to London, and another for six months in Tokyo. Learning a new programming language, figuring out how to build applications the right way, learning Japanese. I spent hours sweating over my green card application. I found out all there was to know. I did it all. I got my card. During those years I also set goals outside work.

There was learning to live with Jake. Drawing in 3-D, Italian, French, Sign Language, writing a novel, yoga, and so much more. Anything not to stop.

About a year ago, I was ready for a new challenge; my job was too easy, I wasn't learning anymore. But just taking another job wasn't hard enough, I decided to push the limits again. I wanted a part time job. Only three days a week. So I started interviewing. I found a job inside the same firm. A great job. I started volunteering with the Deaf. I took eight new classes. I picked up the saxophone. Just cause I wasn't working every day didn't mean I'd lie around lazy. I did my job well, I got promoted.

And here we are. In a perfect situation. I have a great job. A relaxed summer with only three classes and I get to volunteer. My boyfriend and I are getting along incredibly well and I am head over heels in love, even after seven years.

But I'm starting to fidget once more.

It's all too good. I can't think of any goals anymore.

So now, I'm making them up. I want to get a PhD, I think. Start my own non-profit firm. Do some good for the world. I want to move to San Francisco. Make a huge change. Start over. Start different. See if I can still reach seemingly unattainable goals. See if I can keep raising the bar.

I've got the itch.

Previously? Gender Bias.