Majors and Minors

10.26.20.

I imagined that it would be one fantastical moment. When everything fits. No further need to search and discover. 

Everything would feel precise. Peace. Clarity. I would throw out my microscope and settle into my couch comfortably. I would look out the window, to the gardens, hands clasped behind my head, leaning back, and hope for nothing more. 

Lol.

What was I thinking?

11.14.20.

I think I'm just going to go for it. 

Even after, I have time to change. I have time to just... feel the liberty of my own two feet and hands beneath me. 

Yes, there's consequences, but as long as I'm excited. And happy. And healthy.

And having a great time in the classes of my major, I will be just just fine. 

I have the rest of my life to figure out the rest.

To configure the rest.

To create the rest of my life story. 

I put too much pressure into thinking that my major defines what doors are open for me. 

They don't... and they of course, can as well, but knowing who I am, I think I got this. 

20 year old Ngoc. Run forward, kid.