All through life we're always being told that we're being prepped for the next step.
Elemntary school for Middle School.
Middle School for High School.
High School for College.
And College for the Real World.
And heaven forbid you try to stray off this path.
I'm 18, almost 19, years old.
I just finished my first year at University.
And if last semester was any indication, I have not the slightest idea what I want to do with my life.
Which sends me into an absolute panic.
I'm one of these people that has always had a plan to an extent
And now that I'm reaching this point that I'm questioning my plan, it scares the hell out of me.
People always make it seem like it's so easy to just pack a bag, plan a flight and take off.
And then you can figure it out as you go and when you come back everything will fall into place.
And I wish it was that easy.
But it's not.
But I've decide that I'm going to stop worrying about the future, because that's going to happen whether I sit around panicking about it or not.
My goal is to start making a list of things I want to for me.
And if they fail, well they fail.
But if in the end, I figure out what I want and I end up truly happy, then it'll all be worth it.
Talk to you soon,