Future Plans
Hello, Spring!
Finals for Winter Quarter are officially over and done with! Just one more and I’ll graduate. I never thought I’d be so scared and unsure about growing up and becoming an adult.
I’m more than ready to be done with school for good, but I don’t know what to do after that. I’ve always had a plan for the future and I’ve always carried it out, but after I graduate the concrete plan just sort of ends…
I’m not sure where I want to go or what I want to do. I know I want to write, want to get published, but that’s all so fluid and unsure. I know I want to go somewhere, but I can’t even decide where I want to go and I have options for what to do but I don’t actually know what. There’s no definite goal to aim for after this. It’s scary. Until I figure it all out I’ll be operating in a way I’ve never operated before and there’s just too much room for overall failure in that.
I don’t like it. I understand now why so many people keep going to school or get jobs that are exactly like school or stay at home or near home. Life suddenly gets really scary. I want to get out and see great things and do great things, but not knowing what those things are makes home seem a whole lot safer.
Maybe for Spring Break I’ll take some serious time to think about this.
Good children’s literature appeals not only to the child in the adult, but to the adult in the child.
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| — | Anonymous (via ifyougiveachildabook) |
All young people worry about things, it’s a natural and inevitable part of growing up, and at the age of sixteen my greatest anxiety in life was that I’d never again achieve anything as good, or pure, or noble, or true, as my O-level results. And I suppose I still might not. But that was a long, long time ago. I’m nineteen now, and I like to think that I’m a lot wiser and cooler about these things.
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| — | Starter for Ten (by David Nicholls) |
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
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| — | Anaïs Nin (via bookmania) |
It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
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| — | e. e. cummings (via traffic-in-the-skyy) |
