I am brimming in it.
What am I going to do with my life?
Questions I've avoided answering are hitting me in every direction.
I am a floating piece of bright purple tissue paper. But unlike something that floats and goes with the wind, I am more like a paralyzed rock.
I am not moving because I don't know how to write and talk about myself. I'm unsure if I'll bring real value to any space. Sure, I do it here on this blog. Sure, I do it when I force myself in my classes. But... there's real urgency now. A start of a career. What am I to do after I leave college?
My social life. My life life?
Like a strike of lightning, I wish I had the answers.
I wish I was more comfortable clarifying my life path earlier. I wish I weren't so paralyzed. Feeling so useless. So unfit. So weak.
So dang small.
A part of me is just tired of fighting for myself.
The life after Smith is a life full of self-advocacy. Self self self. How alone alone.
I am scared. Less scared of uncertainty than I used to be. But heck, I truly have no idea what to do next. No fucking clue.
How 22 of me. Heh.
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