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.
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