How odd.
For the first time in my life, the start of the new school year holds no meaning. It's odd. When I talk about my life, the events that have happened to me, the chronology is always thus. "I was in Xth grade" or "It was the summer after Xth grade". Now I guess I have to start remembering things in a different system.
Someone told me recently that I'm in a period of great transition. Can I tell you what an understatement that is? Pryor to now, my life has mostly been directed. I had choices, I even had many choices, but I always had direction and a path. Now I've been handed a dull machete and told to go find what I want, sans any kind of pathway or map or guidance. Needless to say, I'm feeling a little lost.
Someone told me recently that I'm in a period of great transition. Can I tell you what an understatement that is? Pryor to now, my life has mostly been directed. I had choices, I even had many choices, but I always had direction and a path. Now I've been handed a dull machete and told to go find what I want, sans any kind of pathway or map or guidance. Needless to say, I'm feeling a little lost.