Is the future really that important? By expecting positive and exciting things we set ourselves up for potential failure, so is it worth it? Why plan, cry, or worry about things we can't control?
I stress myself sick about my future. I'll be halfway done with college soon and I still don't know what I want to do with my life. I still love laying in bed all day and I can't help but turn up my nose at the idea of a 9 to 5 full time job.
Next year I'll be paying for an apartment, I'll have to get yet another job (I did apply for one though the school this time too), and I need a car to get around in. My boyfriend is panic-stricken at the idea of me moving on, he thinks we won't last another year of long distance, despite the fact we see each other almost every weekend.
Growing up is hard.
Remember when we were kids and 18 seemed so far away. When I was in elementary I just wanted boobs and to be able to see myself in the bathroom sink mirror. The older I get the faster time seems to move and there is no slowing it down. And I have high expectations for my life, where I want to travel and live. I have a dream image of what my house will look like, how I'll raise my kid, all of it.
And is my current boyfriend my last? How will I know when cut him lose, or when to attach myself for good?
When I get my crystal ball and my magic abilites (due in the mail any day now) I'll be back with answers. Until then I'll just hang out here and fret. Awesome.
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