It's a whole mess of scary, exciting, and brokeness on the horizon as I realized that I graduate in December. Real life, rather than this silly college variant, is just around the bend and I still don't know where I'm going or what I'm doing. If I do go back for my master's, I need a year-off from school to cool down. Period. After 18 straight years of school, I could use a definite break.
The thought of moving away and chasing after something I want to do is frightening, dashes my hopes, and leaves me thinking I'm not good enough at whatever it is I want to do, be it writing, music, or acting.
..but that fear means I really want to do it, so that's a start. Ideally, that drive will be enough for me to overcome said fear if that's the case.
...or I could crash in a flaming-fucking-wreck, but at least it'll be a fun ride down.
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